Leaning Into the Night

Sometimes I like to think about picking up the phone and calling you, and hearing your voice once again.  Sometimes I like to think about what you might say if you picked up that phone.  But I wonder, Would you say anything? Would I say anything?  Would there be anything at all to discuss?  I suppose we're too different now to talk about anything of any importance.

Sometimes I like to imagine us talking again, as if nothing had ever happened.  And sometimes I wish I could just meet you for the first time all over again and express just how much I appreciated you.  And we could laugh and exchange whispers of sweet nothings far into the night, just like we used to.  We could live in a world of perfection once again.

But, I know that you're gone.  And I know there's nothing in this world that can change that.

The End

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