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Rachael. I heard you were moving My procrastination caught up to me. A text was all I could bear. A shot at something long gone or already losing 4 hours I Lit up like a homeless man with a winning scratch off Who said we couldn't pretend? For a couple weeks or so... 15 hours It takes a split second to bounce a signal off a satellite and back to earth But 15 hours for me to lose you. You packed that moving van and put me in your pocket. Two men and a truck. What about two hearts and a chance? That chance was beyond fragile Must not have seen the label "Handle with care" Distance You promised a post card. Instead I got an unanswered question A perpetual reminder of what could have been Boundaries. I spoke of a future. For both of us. Separate, Unable to live for an idea. I wanted us both to live. I called it "boundaries" Pain. I heard it in your voice I hope you heard the struggle in mine I didn't bite the hand that fed me. I destroyed it. Silence Haunting. I must have written you 20 letters Even if I hadn't thrown them all away Wouldn't have done me any good Never got your address anyway. Or a post card.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
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Rachael. I heard you were moving My procrastination caught up to me. A text was all I could bear. A shot at something long gone or already losing 4 hours I Lit up like a homeless man with a winning scratch off Who said we couldn't pretend? For a couple weeks or so... 15 hours It takes a split second to bounce a signal off a satellite and back to earth But 15 hours for me to lose you. You packed that moving van and put me in your pocket. Two men and a truck. What about two hearts and a chance? That chance was beyond fragile Must not have seen the label "Handle with care" Distance You promised a post card. Instead I got an unanswered question A perpetual reminder of what could have been Boundaries. I spoke of a future. For both of us. Separate, Unable to live for an idea. I wanted us both to live. I called it "boundaries" Pain. I heard it in your voice I hope you heard the struggle in mine I didn't bite the hand that fed me. I destroyed it. Silence Haunting. I must have written you 20 letters Even if I hadn't thrown them all away Wouldn't have done me any good Never got your address anyway. Or a post card.
#love#pain#hope#loss#wonder#heartache
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
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