Have you read my words?

When you read my words

maybe you’ll feel my happiness

and you’ll remember the night

when we talked for hours

with no curfew to stop us.

It was lovely,

but you weren’t really there.

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When you read my words

you might feel my anxiety

and your fingers

will tug through your hair like mine do to my own.

You’ll remember the time

when you hugged me in the hallway

and told me that it would be ok

even though you didn’t.

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You don’t know me

but you can read my words.

You’ve never heard my voice

or seen my face

or felt my skin

but you can read my words

and that’s close enough.

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