Poems to myself
I sent Robert a text today; it was something silly. I saw a type of coffee pod in a flavor that probably shouldn’t exist that reminded me of him and made me laugh, bringing back times we had laughed at things together. He has a great laugh.
I sent it even knowing he probably wouldn’t respond.
I avoidantly thought about how I’d sent it “because I hated mys…
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