The moon was awfully bright tonight, and it reminded me of missing you. Which is not to say I miss you.
But the fact is, you’re so far away.
Some impossibly expensive plane ticket away.
I wish you would call me.
We were always best like this, at a distance, exhausted, a candle burnt at both ends. It was hard to sleep without you, maybe it’s harder to sleep without you in the same city.
This is just a series of hardships, slowly decreasing in severity.
Which is to say. I don’t miss you like I used to.
But the moon makes me feel like I should be.
I’ve been saying,
We’re only still married by fault of a piece of paper,
a pair of names on the mailbox,
And another set on the doorbell.
They took our names off the doorbell.
You continue to nail your heart to the church door. Thank you.
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