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the afternoon came along with the ache of your absence. i miss you now. more in this moment than i have in the months passed. this afternoon found me tired. and i just wanted to call you. i wanted to hear you call me your baby. but i can’t, just like i can’t seem to find the words inside me anymore. as if you left me and took my pen and paper with you.
the afternoon held me close to the ground. it’s heavier than i remember, this misfortune. i try to center myself in the disadvantage, keep my eye on the prize, and as i lean into it, i find you. i find your signal.