When you go to sleep at night
Do you miss the way I sounded.
Like a decade old wine had come undone
and was pouring itself out in every being of you.
Do you miss the way I touched your shoulder
And said your name
and told you I hated you and never meant any of it.
I sometimes go back to the time of 4 am laughter
And you leaving the room when I entered.
It’s hard for me to understand what you were to me.
For I was more than a friend but never anything else to you.
I guess I knew that it wasn’t anything remotely close to love- contrary to popular belief.
It was as if I knew you.
And I have known you.
A recognition running deeper than facades
A sort of memory penned down
but slowly forming the face of a mirage.
It was as what they call an “almost” to love.
A connection but with all the wires mismatched.
Atleast for me.
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