I loved you and you knew it too -
that's the only reason you keep
coming back to "check on me"
to -sit on my feet- and poke me
for the sake of conversation
when neither of our brains are
solid enough to entertain our
usual crowds of friends and fire
hazards. You considered reaching
out to hold my heart for a while
when we were too young to
understand the consequences of
distance and lies dancing along wires.
You were a beautiful stranger,
a faceless monster and now
we've both been reduced to magnets
for the taco craving, pancake flipping
bears that currently claim our minds.
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