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I ordered pizza while I clipped my fingernails. My thoughts sailed, out of time and reason, hiding in special corners of you. I leaned back into the sofa, flat-footed, seated, drinking a soda. Through the windows beamed the warm sun, was there pink in the sky? Certainly looked it. I purposely hit call to hear your voice but all I got were the eerie chords of a missed conversation. Then out of the blue, I could have sworn I heard you. But it was just your stupid voicemail. Of course you weren’t there, the worst situation I’ve ever been placed in, I can’t face it. My train of thought derails, jolts, reeks, and my knees are frail. Where are my keys, fuck it, I’ve failed once again; my old friend. Peanut, tell me all your secrets and then please don’t feel bad if I can’t, won’t, don’t find the right words to say right away. Forgive me, love.