Launchorasince 2014
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J, I miss you

I miss you.

Five fingers are the days

I was blessed to see you.


How are you?

My eyes are longing

For you to appear in sight.


Can I ask?

What made you happy today?

Did you get pissed? I'm curious.


I don't know.

Why do I miss you so much?

When there is nothing to miss.


I'm a leaf.

That landed on your head

And you won't care about it.