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over the phone
sometimes i just want our life back
a life where all that mattered
was having enough toys in our play room
enough water in our little, swimming pool
enough sand in the turtle sandbox
enough time with you
but time alters things
even if we try not to let it
the toys get sold
the water evaporates
the sand sifts away
and my time with you
becomes few and far between
new lives replace the old
different things fill up the spaces, the times
when all we wanted or needed was each other
but now all i have is your voice
over the phone
prompting me to write this poem
