Where are you
out there?
I don't think you sit at the table.
I think you delight
in the mundane
and people
you don't know.
How are you
out there?
I worry you're lonely
but I'm probably lonelier
with my playlists and journals
for friends.
Are you
out there?
Now like I don't see?
You remind me of a ghost
but one day
you will be.
And will you miss me
out here?
Do you miss me
out here?
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