Excerpt From My Journal, #3

It’s always like that with me.

I’ve thought about things
I want to say to you when I see you next
and when I do see you, I don’t say them.

I wanna tell you all the funny things
that have happened to me.

My memories do not do you justice.

I miss the actual sound of your laugh.

I’ve made all these poems
in my head about you,
but I hardly write them down.

I need to write them down.

I need to write you down.

That’s the only way
you stay with me longer.

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