Strangers with Memories

It’s nearly 3am … why do I have such a strong presence of you on my mind. Why although hurt by you still care so much.
I drive past you like we don’t have this slideshow of memories filled in our minds… 

   I miss you. 

I miss how we could talk about bizarre things and eat until our bellies blew up.

Why can we not work?

How did we become strangers? How can this dysfunctional relationship function without the pain, and sadness. But only the happiness and love. My heart screams for that. But now I’m am trapped in taking these  capsules "every morning" they say which will give me a few moments of happiness. When just 2 months ago you used to be my happy pill.

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