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we used to talk for hours on that phone of ours’

content to at least have that.

i remember the smiles and laughter,

the wishful kisses and hands being held.

the happiest moments.

the longest recollections.

the oldest, yet the freshest.



but strangely enough,

the tears stick out the most in my memory:

a 3D image in my one dimensional world.



they weren’t for you then, but they are now.

is it possible to live with this?

like this?



for you, with you, anything is possible;

i know that.

but this raises questions



and i would never want to question you.



i tear what is them from my heart,

and quickly replace it with you.

no blood loss. for they were never really

          a part of me.

just foreign objects living in me:

parasites if you will.



i finally have a word for it.



they see nothing through my eyes;

I give you an exclusive pass to watch it all



because I love you.

even the world understands that.

but somehow, those who are supposed to love me

         cannot.



you watch, I learn, & we wait.