I kid.
You kid?
No, you are a child.
I don’t think whatever you sent,
Actually did.
Where are you left off then?
Where can I fill you in?
Because you’ve always made my blood,
too thin.
Between my lungs
As my breath escapes me
Thicker than the clouds hanging low above my head
Making me claustrophobic, as though we were both
In a small room
Where I worried,
Until you laughed.
At what?
Don’t worry about it, you said.
I’m confused,
Maybe you didn’t say anything.
But you did!
And you smiled!
And I fell in love
Again,
And again,
And again.
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