It's 12:53 a.m.
Your smile is
all I can see
in my dark,
quiet room.
Your laugh is
sounding so
vivid.
Are you
next to me?
Of course not.
You are
with her.
It's 12:55 a.m.
It took me
two minutes
to remember
that you
aren't mine.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
It's 12:53 a.m.
Your smile is
all I can see
in my dark,
quiet room.
Your laugh is
sounding so
vivid.
Are you
next to me?
Of course not.
You are
with her.
It's 12:55 a.m.
It took me
two minutes
to remember
that you
aren't mine.
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