The blue light hits an empty screen,
A quiet space where we have been,
Where morning pings and late-night calls
Built little worlds inside these walls.
A quiet space where we have been,
Where morning pings and late-night calls
Built little worlds inside these walls.
I miss the rhythm of your day—
The random things you used to say,
The silly jokes, the pause, the drift,
A simple text that felt like a gift.
The random things you used to say,
The silly jokes, the pause, the drift,
A simple text that felt like a gift.
The chatbox sits so still and cold,
With every story left untold,
Yet every word I used to know
Reminds me how I love you so.
With every story left untold,
Yet every word I used to know
Reminds me how I love you so.
—Poem by me
My single ass needs to lock in and quit yearning when ik it ain’t gonna happen 😞
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