To my other half

thinking of a message
a message clearly
drafted in your writing
"I miss you, dearly"

trying not look up
or give a smidgen
of any of these feelings
I'm not taking they're just given

I find it hard to trust
trust these things i cant define
of this action of this discorse
going on inside my mind

it doesnt really matter now
because my days with you are over
pop another clozapine
retain normal composure

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good poem

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