When we fought we didn't stop and made it all the way to the end.
I don't know how to describe
what it feels like to sit
on the couch next to you.
Similar to how you
misplace me,
like I misplace myself.
The tragedy of loving you
without an ocean of loss
to bury us.
We stumble.
You. Myself.
Us.
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