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I looked you up

    To call you up



I haven't talked to you in close to five years



My palms were sweaty

    Hands shaking



The taste of fear rests on on the tip of my tounge



How bittersweet

    Nearly regretable



I nearly forgot how that feeling kicks my heart out of pace



As you spoke to me

    Splendidly unforgetable



You're voice so comforting, like MR. Bumpkin and my blankie



While getting over it

    This feeling of content



I ask you for one more favor, Dad may I speak to Mom?



But all you say to me is

    why dont you just come down stairs.