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Pops once told me that if I went away...

And had to stay for a while, to write her...

If her love was true, she'd have something to say...she'd take the time out of her day.

To travel any distance was to risk it, this, he was insistent upon and...

It made me not even want to go, but a man must find his own path and once her letters stopped...

I would know...

Such a dunce, am I...sent my thoughts to her ONCE...never got one back.

The feeling...unfamiliar...

Did she receive it? 

Surely she got it, but the problem...that feeling...

Was me being forgotten.

A moment...an instance...some period of fucking time I could feel you letting me slip your mind...

I could FEEL YOU letting me slip your mind

The test...if I could deal with it, I'm still coming to terms...

A peice of paper...such weight...

Doesn't take much to burn and that flame...

That ink...when alone and on the brink can bring home closer...

Make, away, warmer...

I guess its too much to expect from these lifeless objects, in retrospect...

I can't get that love I sent away, back...

Its a gonner...

So to find more time for you, I'd have to retrace my steps...

No thanks.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.......lol 

The last line is sarcasm.