It's been years since I last saw you.
Ten years have passed. I hope you're well.
You dated, fought, enjoyed and drunk.
I broke up, studied and wrote.
Wrote so many objectifying you.
Ten years later, I'm meeting you now.
You call me when drunk .
Every so often,
Asking my feelings which I had.
Expecting pragmatic answer.
You call back my transition moving away.
Yesterday, you called again.
I loved you in the past
But, darling I remember the present vaguely
The pain is still fresh 💦,
Damp and swollen.
Yet, my heart doesn't hold the habitations of large guest.
Once again, I fell for you last night.
I'm still the troubling old school.
©tinkerbell
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