Today I miss you.
And you.
And you.
And something to do.
I am busy, but not in a way that occupies my brain nearly enough. I keep twitching at what I perceive to be the ring of a phone, but never is. My day is not yet two hours long.
Today I miss me.
And you.
And feeling like I used to.
And the times when I refused to rhyme.
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