Sometimes, missing you is all-consuming
Other times, I forget
to miss you in the morning, or in the evening
or even when I've slept
I suppose it doesn't matter,
because you're not out there missing me
You see a sparkle of my memory
in the corner of your eye
and blink hard to remove the dust
before I occupy your mind
It's okay, it's better that way
if I could blink you out,
I would
without a doubt,
I would
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