writing

What It Is

Hands and fingers trembling,

Fingertips dull from the cold.

Pallor skin shows tired eyes,

Sleepless nights have come back again.

I push the thoughts of you aside,

Happy to be distant friends,

I tell myself this is what must be.

They need you, and he needs me.

Has it always been the cursed way?

A new day, morning comes once again,

Distractions, good times, smiles and work

Busy my mind and my thoughts.

You’re still there, in my heart,

You’re still there, in my mind,

And when you text, I feel a moment of glee.

Grateful that sometimes you still think of me.

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