if hiccups mean
you’re being missed,
you must be out there
with water up your nose
and upside-down,
holding your breath,
wondering why it won’t stop.
it’s me.
my fault.
i miss you too much
and too often..
and i don’t plan on stopping.
..
you must be
hiccuping
to death by now.
i miss you
like it’s my job
like it’s rent due
like missing you
might make you show up.
it won’t.
but maybe
you’ll feel it.
just once
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 10:33 AM UTC
if hiccups mean
you’re being missed,
you must be out there
with water up your nose
and upside-down,
holding your breath,
wondering why it won’t stop.
it’s me.
my fault.
i miss you too much
and too often..
and i don’t plan on stopping.
..
you must be
hiccuping
to death by now.
i miss you
like it’s my job
like it’s rent due
like missing you
might make you show up.
it won’t.
but maybe
you’ll feel it.
just once
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