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It would hurt less if I had enough letters

to find you and know you miss me

or know you don’t at all, you’re happy, you don’t regret any of it, your life is even more beautiful than you.

It would hurt less if I wasn’t treading this gray in between.

I don’t know if you’re still reaching for the gap in the stars

or if you turned your back and you’re heading home.

I keep lying to myself that every single stroke is the last one for you.

But maybe the more ink I spend

I can reach out past the void and catch you by your string as it drags by,

make you remember when all the other humans were afterthoughts as we stood on the skyline,

knowing no matter how slowly the ship lights traveled we would be home soon and we would have to write our goodbyes.

I wish I could say I knew your whole story

instead I’m wading back and forth

between the shoreline and the sea,

pacing the memories paved along my skin.

It would hurt less if I wasn’t treading this gray in between.