1.23.2020

by the time i got up this morning
i didn’t feel for him
i tried to coax the lust back with photos
but that just made me feel even lonelier 
we were those people who couldn’t smile in photos

before last night, 
everything he did was a poem
all his colors, visually rich

we’ll keep in touch, won’t we?
proximity friends —

is that a thing? 

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