one day.

i miss the day
you came back.
you stood on the other side
of the door.
and somehow I knew
it was you.
and we stood,
and you held me;
and you needed me.

i miss the day
you turned up.
you stood up on the other side
of my window.
and somehow you knew
not to call me beautiful.
and we talked,
and you held me;
and you needed me.

i’m waiting for the day.
one day.
you might
miss me.
because everything
reminds me of the way
we stood,
and we held each other
together.

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