I realize now,
you don’t spend every free minute checking your phone,
you don’t cry in bed missing me,
you don’t wish you could have me back,
you don’t check to see if i’ve written you a message through playlists,
you don’t worry how I’m doing,
you don’t only think of me,
all the things i do,
you don’t,
or do you?
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- Published: June 29th, 2025 21:28
- Comment from author about the poem: I would give up anything to talk to you.
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Comments2
A poem of wondering if another thinks of them evoking a longing to speak to this person and wish that they were being missed as much. Very nice.
I do.
I do too.
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