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I lie awake with thoughts of you occupying my mind And I know that dialing those ten familiar numbers would get you here in a matter of minutes because it’s only 2:04am and you rarely ever sleep before 3. But I will forbid myself to pick up the phone Because although I would love to feel safe and secure I know it will just make it harder in the end. How can I be at home yet feeling so incredibly homesick? I try again to remember blissful moments Moments before things got complicated and stressful Like when you traveled thousands of miles to meet my little brother. Or when we danced at a country bar in a small town to music we didn’t even know and enjoyed the company of people twice our age. Or memorizing each other’s orders at every café, breakfast bar and ice-cream shop we went to. I try to remember occasions before the shadows of your past made constant appearance in your character, And those very shadows caused the very arguments that broke the one thing I was sure couldn’t be broken. Now it’s 2:12am and nothing’s changed, Just another night spent obsessing over what used to be. R.M.
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
2:04am
I lie awake with thoughts of you occupying my mind And I know that dialing those ten familiar numbers would get you here in a matter of minutes because it’s only 2:04am and you rarely ever sleep before 3. But I will forbid myself to pick up the phone Because although I would love to feel safe and secure I know it will just make it harder in the end. How can I be at home yet feeling so incredibly homesick? I try again to remember blissful moments Moments before things got complicated and stressful Like when you traveled thousands of miles to meet my little brother. Or when we danced at a country bar in a small town to music we didn’t even know and enjoyed the company of people twice our age. Or memorizing each other’s orders at every café, breakfast bar and ice-cream shop we went to. I try to remember occasions before the shadows of your past made constant appearance in your character, And those very shadows caused the very arguments that broke the one thing I was sure couldn’t be broken. Now it’s 2:12am and nothing’s changed, Just another night spent obsessing over what used to be. R.M.
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
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