Nights Like These

There are many nights I find myself
thinking about you.
Missing you. But not
in a longing for
a connection
sort of way -
not like I used to.

More like a “I dream about you
sometimes” and wish you knew.
Like last night she was in it too
the last person I’d expect
to admit needing my help.
For you.
I gave it willingly.
We all smiled
and it only hurt a little bit
less than usual.



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