You said "I missed you."
I can't help but be silent in reply.
It's not that I don't reciprocate
but I don't want to be here.
The breathless quiet
hides a heavy anxiety
that blankets us both
in sleepless nights.
As I lay, eyes squeezed shut,
frown creeping towards my chin,
I make the somber realization
that I miss me, too.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
