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no i am writing here

and his chat pops up he says

he is waiting for me

i miss his smile

he says he's not drunk

but he most definitely is

most definitely

so he goes on some tangent

i try to follow but really my mind is just focused on

the memory of the corners of his mouth

in the half-moon

the crescent smile

the wry grin

i don't even hear his banter

we'll forget the brief history we had while we're having it

but it will last in us forever when we lay us down

you are

completely loveable and

completely unleaveable

but we still always coax the same bruises between us

we fuel the breath of heat

and it is our breath

i know because i can taste it

and smell it and drool it

and when he said he missed me

my heart bumpbumped a little

and the smile

ate its way onto my mouth like acid

that would have otherwise been to his mouth

but distance and zulu displace us

his ticking orange clock saying

goodnight for tonight

but all will be well

as soon as i start anew

in the a.m.

where he is already

in tomorrow