Who am I
without the sudden ache
to share a random moment,
a view,
a song,
something completely mundane
or deeply poignant
with you?
I could be the happiest,
the liveliest,
the loudest person
in a room full of my people -
But who am I if
I don't zone out
in the middle of it all
and wish you were here?
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 12:26 AM UTC
Who am I
without the sudden ache
to share a random moment,
a view,
a song,
something completely mundane
or deeply poignant
with you?
I could be the happiest,
the liveliest,
the loudest person
in a room full of my people -
But who am I if
I don't zone out
in the middle of it all
and wish you were here?
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