no. fifteen

“would you miss me if I moved away?”
she’s crying in the middle of the night
over ghosts and zombies shambling around the country
the past still reigns here

“do you miss me at all?”
they say that a red string connects
two people who were made to be
but a few scraps of string adorn my fingers

“are you done laughing?”
my chest hurts from exertion
you wish that it was my heart
stone cold like the air yesterday afternoon

rain drizzles onto my umbrella
maybe this will be the last time
but that’s what I said last time
and the time after that

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