This morning,
I want to write a letter,
A love letter, perhaps,
To whomsoever it may concern,
Oh, stop, wandering mind.
My dearest one,
Do you know why I haven't written to you for so long?
I don't.
I keep waiting.
For you.
To interrupt.
My love.
Miss you.
Ha! That's true.
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