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Here I thought

our little connection

meant the world to you and me. 

Somedays, like these days, 

they pass right on through. 

I can’t help myself,

but to put myself

in that place with you. 

Love and all the sticky connections 

I swear, I can’t help myself,

but to think of the days

when I was all up inside you

lost to time and the demands. 

I could hold you close now,

there’s more than enough

free time on my hands. 

Busy making beauties

I keep glancing,

up and over my broken shoulder

looking for the girl

who still always answers

the call or demand.