i try to
give you a call
at least once a day,
to check up on you
to remind myself that
i haven't forgotten about you.
to see if you still remember
my scent.
i hold on to that.
i know that the moon
holds onto the nighttime,
and i can't understand
why you can't be the sun,
and i be your day.
you never answer.
i haven't seen
daylight since.
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