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Overthinking sitting here

with her

I can’t help but scribble

I don’t

miss you

I miss the idea

of you, I

thought I missed

something

I feel like I should

miss the way

you told me

your best lies

things you cast

into the woodwork

and I didn’t even get to watch them

go up in flames

But now I can use

your chair in my brain

to keep

more of

how I want to learn her

relearn her

with my hands and head

Every off

beat of her songs

Every beginning

I carve into tree trunks

Every moment that makes

something a little bit better

Every what about us

I keep

relearning

the list of

things I don’t know at all

like how to say

I love you

and not feel like

something’s lost

But there’s still

something brighter than

I can say,

something to kill kickstart my heart,

something about

saying it out loud,

like

you caught me

skydiving.