for every word i don't say-
the suggestion toward hope i meant to give-
i wish i could see past myself far enough to draw you in.
the way months turn into years-
and the way you waited on the other side of the line-
the way you'd repeat what i didn't hear-
and the way what was ours was mostly mine.
it's a relative term you've only seen one side of
a line you can cross but not uncross
a knowing you can't get rid of with time-
did it change you?
do you wake up every day with a question on your mind?
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