i miss when you press for answers to questions unasked but
i already know.
you slowly slightly get it out of me.
let me be me,
and comfortably so.
you play the part i am so used to tiredly being,
and we share.
it was so nice,
having you there.
maybe i'm not used to me being away.
you still make me laugh,
that will never go away.
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