JOKES ONLY YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND Poem, by fikrioshin, at My poetic side

The phone sits heavy, like a stone in my hand,

With jokes only you would understand.

I start to type, then the memory clears,

The static of weeks, the salt of the tears.

We had a map that only we knew,

Of midnight drives and a specific view.

A landmark stands clearly,

but the memory has faded - unluckily,

The world keeps spinning, indifferent and loud,

While I look for your face in every crowd.

and I wish we still can laugh,

at the same jokes we make.

But things are really different now,

And I am happy seeing you now.

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