I have not the same feeling
I felt eons ago,
You sound the same,
bubbly in a way that ticked
the soft spots reserved for you,
I do remember, wearily,
about those little things that irked me
those things I ignored just to be with you,
the things that made you say
I understood you
I did because there was none beside you
I should not have
And, perhaps, that's why you are alone
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