Will you feel the same way I did
while I stood in a booth with ten strangers then typing to you
all of us pounding away relentlessly at a keyboard at a terminal
with no seats at all hoping their words,
an update or two will reach somewhere
for someone like you
will you
will you
will you miss me
and what colour is that missing
do they have hazy tinges like aura or are they solid hues of emotions that are clearly defined
has missing me caught up with you yet
the ailment: missing you, has its noose around my neck
tells me you're not around
but it hasn't tightened yet
ah, yes denial is a loose noose
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