07.03.20

But he wouldnt

I am a quiet whisper inside her head
In the middle of the night
I wonder if he ever
Does think of me?

She is a loud talker
But only at night
When during her deepest sleep
She shouts out to me
Dont you dare ask for me

We were nothing
But a distant memory
With a shallow smile
And uptight touch
We just wouldnt care
To be

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