I miss you the most on nights like tonight.
I keep myself busy and try not to think about you.
I break down and text you.
I stare at my phone, until I turn it off
- resisting the urge to throw it against the wall for not ringing.
I'm standing on the edge between what's lost and found.
It still hurts so much I can barely breathe.
And ultimately I am just so disappointed in myself.
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