This is a draft. unfinished, unpolished, in-progress.
you feel so far away
out of touch
out of reach
slipping from your mind
as you run circles in mine
am i losing you?
have i lost you?
can you lose something that was never yours?
a distant memory
the distance between us feels all too familiar
we've been here before
could we do it again?
could i?
come back
come home
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