I look back and remember the time I asked you
What this meant for us
But
Neither of us knew.
We stayed up until 5am once,
Talking about God and faith and
Not knowing how deeply
We would hurt one another.
I never meant to hurt you.
"I miss reading about myself,"
You said.
And I miss writing about you, but
I really just miss you.
And at one point,
I would have loved to own the moon.
But all I really want now is to know
Someone cares.
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