I wish I'd been
closer to you all
I say
In a text
To my sister
I don't place
great value
on telephone calls
Smalltalk
through electronically
interpretated
squawks
on mobiles
Reconciled
to be
a loner
but not alone
Not counting hours
before climbing
bell tower steps
It's often
words left unsaid
That laid
in our beds
at night
Take flight
beating wings
bringing back
memories
of things,
despite our retention
at least
briefly
mentioned x
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