all day I wait until the sun touches the edge
of Palmer building, my worn feet shuffling
against the gravel because the earth
is so slow when college life is this fast. Oh, I miss your laugh that I’ve never tasted
upon my own and I cannot sit still in class. I stop reading
when people walk through these doors because I am afraid
you will pass by, every minute a chance
to share a breath with the mix of you in it.
I don’t need you but I want to know you, more than I want to dream.
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