my secret

Posted: January 15, 2012 in me

I find it difficult to say “I miss you” if I doubt you miss me too.

I find myself thinking of your face when I don’t know what to do.

I found your voice soothing, and I miss your hands.

I find myself lost, not giving a damn.

I found you.

You found me.

We’re lost.

We lost.

I find that last statement… most true.

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