untitled (9 June 19)

And she asks me
if I've been writing--
if I've been
putting my words down to paper
keeping records just to take her words her
thoughts our
together
and write it down.
And I haven't.
Truth is I ain't been able to write.
Truth is I can't
bring myself to write,
truth is I been spending all my time just
watering the plant that you gave to me before you left.
And I know that that shit sounds like a metaphor
but I know that you know that it's not.
She's doing well, our plant.
I named her Rosalind.

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Sometimes I don't know if I miss you
or if I miss home
or if there's a difference.
Some days I don't think there's a difference.

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And they say good things come in threes so I
set myself down
just to type one more time
to
write
to
finish this saga this unholy trinity
I
kinda don't believe this is a good thing.
I kinda still believe I coulda loved you.
But yeah, this shit comes in threes anyway.
What about it.