when you told me
you've been growing your orchids
for ten years
i realized
years don't count
in how well i know you
and those flowers
have seen your days
more than i did.
we have a mutual understanding that we will always be part stranger to each other
then apologize and move on
but i am made of the same stuff as you
and you are the only person
who makes me like phone calls.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
when you told me
you've been growing your orchids
for ten years
i realized
years don't count
in how well i know you
and those flowers
have seen your days
more than i did.
we have a mutual understanding that we will always be part stranger to each other
then apologize and move on
but i am made of the same stuff as you
and you are the only person
who makes me like phone calls.
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