No hug. No greeting. It's as if I woke up on the other side of the bed, and we're getting ready for our 9 to 5's because it's what we do. The money is more than enough and so is the distance between us.
Why don't you think of hummingbirds anymore when you see me? How did you forget my favorite color is purple and that I never wear orange? When did you become a fan of the incandescent? Is it not enough to sit and laugh? Where did your smile go?
I would like to know.
But I had to let go of your hand.
Forgive me for thinking there'd be more to talk about than the grease on our hamburgers and how your sweet tea really isn't that sweet.
When we wake up in the morning, I'll put a mint in your coffee, and maybe you'll taste the memories we used to make.
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