i lay here in bed my chest heavy in ache silence ringing in the sheets my phone reading 1:46:37 the call may seem long but the reality is there hasn't been a conversation only the distant typing of his thumbs my sniffling echoes the wall built between the two of us those salty rivers become familiar again. i miss him. i miss us.
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