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I spoke to her  for the first time in a long time
It seems things arent well for us both
She was so cold I nearly froze
But I was eager
I leaped into the replies
Shamelessly reaching for something familiar to hold onto
Hoping my warmth would melt the ice
Offering friendship
Its been a few days since her last reply now.
And I find myself talking to the walls again
Hoping one of the voices that reverberate might just sound like you...
You always stuck pictures to your fridge
A reminder of the people who matter most
Scattered amongst magnets and things that dont stand out nearly as much
Today was no different
The faces changed the your practices remained the same
I found myself asking the same question I used to years ago
"How can I be good enough to be up there on that fridge too.."
Only to realize that you never bothered to even take my picture.
Always a stop along the way, but never a passenger.
I come here to become undone
My words like fingers pulling at loose threads
Until its all out there, in ribbons and shambles
A relatably undiscernible mess.
I'm feeling nostalgic, but we're only a few moments in.
I guess something's missing, and I'm wondering where you've been.
I'm good at writing sad things

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