supermarket flowers
I miss laughing with you
About everything and nothing
Laughing until we cried
And crying until we laughed
We were this unbreakable unit of people
Divisible by none
Despite being two
Different perhaps
Isn’t that what they say?
“We were just too different,”
Perhaps we were
But i miss laughing with you
On piers and beaches and bedrooms
Behind closed doors
laying on your leather couch
Always freezing in the rain and sweating in July
And,
I really miss laughing with you.
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