i wont bother you with small talk
you already know how things have been.
i'm just writing to say

i miss your voice.
we haven't spoken in so long.

when i was young
it was easy.
but the hurt piled
tall
on top of me
and i turned away.

i wont lie
and say
i believe
any of the stories
about you.

but i could
never
flat out
deny either.

i just
know.

sometimes it's plain as day.
sometimes it's
a little
further away.
but
i've always known.

anyway...
i'm not calling in a favor
and i wont beg.
i dont want answers
or strength
a cure
a second chance
or even a new bike.

i just want you to know
that i know.

this speck of dust
just wants to exist
for a fleeting second
in your mind.
this speck of dust
just wants
to be seen.

i'm still not sure
if you're pulling strings
or just watching the soaps.
im fine with either really
this speck of dust
is thankful
to float around
for a bit
before being swept away.