A Deleted Contact
Spontaneous vibrations
Out the corner of my eye
I see
her number--
ten numbers.
Quick glances
But your name no longer
lingers in my mind.
Two and a half years
lost
in the periodical buzzing of the moment.
Is this what needs to be done
to make me feel real?
Like holding a pillow over
the face of my greatest enemy
Our love.
I wait
like I always have.
Missed call.
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