On Your Side of the Shore

I call her once in a while, and make idle chatter until she brings up you. I don't want her to know, that I think about you. I think about you constantly; but she is important too.

And when she talks to me about you, I feel like you are standing on the other side of this endless shoreline, watching me watching you.

It's one more day of living without you.

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