- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Ode to Past Partners
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You are a nighttime fascination. A thing of boredom, of longing. A creature of my own imagination when I'm feeling lonely and nostalgic seeps in from the blue light of the screen like a virus. You DO exist. Somewhere. In the ether there is a you just as here, in this room there is a me. But the you to me and the me to you was only ever the moments we shared.
A notification. A message from the ether. Heart skips a beat as I rush to read. It's only a how do you do. A checking in. A "I was making sure the you that is you still exist so that the you that is mine does too". I reply back feeling both annoyed that the message was so short and insubstantial and elated that the you to me may still exist too.
Silence. A lllooonnngg silence. Too long. Was I too slow to reply? Did you get busy? Did you die?
Nothing.
And then the morning comes and a new me awakens. I check my phone, see that you responded... But it's day. The sun is shining and I have things to do. Things that occupy my mind and now I'm no longer concerned about me about you. They're not important when I have things to do. You're a nighttime fascination and there's daylight yet.
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