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I often lament the endings.
Crying on the couch, thinking how much I would miss you.
What would happen if you died and I lived?
What would happen if I died and you lived?
The last glimpse of you is like the sea;
I’m always longing to be close to you again.
on the train
my mind is far away
you sit at home
I miss you
I imagine a castle
climbing the walls to reach you
my fingers bleed down the stone
the pain is bearable
darkness takes me
we fall together softly
a long love kiss
a bear hug
off the train
back to you