few little ditties of the day
I wanted to know
if your house was flooded
or the grassy banks we used to sit on
were underwater
but I couldn't ask.
You wouldn't respond.
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I wrote your name on a little piece of paper
and hid it under the paper I was writing on.
So whenever my pen went over the edge
hit the ridge
I thought of you.
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I don't think we ever spoke again
after you sent that email
in late February 2008,
6 years ago.
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