There was a time
when you made
sense to me
and I made sense
to you.

A time when
we had nothing
but time
and we shared
that seemed
to carry
and made memories
that tasted sweet.

However, now
alone in this room
with nothing but
thoughts of you
my mouth is dry
with bitterness.

I want you
to take it back
just so you can
give it again.

I want you
to see me
cracked open
like the pages
of these poems,
touch the ink
and feel the relevance.



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