It's not a, "Hey, we haven't talked in a while."
Or a, "How've you been?"
It's a "Part of my soul feels absent"
Kind of thing.
I know I made the mistake.
And you have always been nice about it.
But even though we may never be a couple again,
I can't have a casual acquaintance conversation with you.
It feels wrong
Like we're not us.
So I say, "I miss you."
And you say "Why hello there,"
Like I'm a younger cousin you haven't seen in years,
And I die a little more again
Because you've still got that part of my soul that's absent.
I gave that to you,
And I mean(t) it.
You called it phoenix love.
Love that would keep being reborn.
You were being poetic.
--11.27.10

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