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It was us - It was face times that started at sunrise and we hung up at midnight at the same time while saying goodbye Phone calls talking while we walk looking crazy to every stranger cause we laugh non-stop in a random shop Your hand in mine because now you are mine but that's it. It became - "I don't want a long list." I'm actually still trying to erase a lot from my mind's storage It isn't fair you gave me so much to remember and I prayed when you left you'd take all the moments too but of course they stayed of course they did of course you didn't Its not fair Not fair I don't remember most things but I remember every single moment of you and me. I'd say I'm proud of cut the list down to one but I think this hurts more it's not fair who would have assumed this story was just a segment in my series I'd say I'm ok slowly finding my way away from you - because my list only has one but this 1 is not progress it is destruction the 1 Box left is titled... "You" "You" entailed Us. The pain, the made up fairytales I've made. I am the poet Yet this pen only bleeds words that are about you. I am the creator. And you are my reference damage. Our short story gave me 100 pages of pain But time has gone and now It is like you no longer exist You no longer have a page in my ripped book Your name no longer breaks my walls Your place no longer has a space where I am So if I were to see you again I imagine I'd be ok Because when I think of us I no longer think of anything. 2:45am I won't promise to love you I won't promise to try I won't promise to text you everyday Because out of nowhere you came back Just to say "hi." I've learned in the time of your absence I don't owe you any promise. This - Was 1 out of 1 hundred pages Of us.