i layed in his bed after he left, crying and listening to these words :
"hello, my old heart
how have you been ?
are you still there inside my chest ?
i've been so worried
you've been so still
barely beating at all"
i need him here to keep
my cheeks warm
and my lips moving
to brush my skin with his fingertips,
to make my eyes crinkle with laughter.
now he's out on the canyon road alone,
come back .
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