i lay here in bed
my chest heavy in ache
silence ringing in the sheets
my phone reading 1:46:37
the call may seem long
but the reality is
there hasn't been a conversation
only the distant typing of his thumbs
my sniffling echoes
the wall built between the two of us
those salty rivers become familiar again.
i miss him.
i miss us.
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By vi0linn
A collection of poetry telling the stories of my life in multiple arrays of symbolisms โก๏ธ Trigger Warning: T... More