Sometimes I pretend
we're like the way we once were
(We were something like friends -
talkative, intuitive, connected)
It's fanciful
Recalling those smooth strokes
that satisfaction, completion
(See - I did something today)
Now I don't know how to approach them
I'm wrapped up in worry and then
my thoughts explode and scatter
(They hate that, it's their
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