I missed you,
and the way you slept in the other bed across the room,
like we were sisters,
because we were and always would be,
I missed you more today than other days,
because you were the only one who got me,
and you let me be scared on a Tuesday,
and we were scared together,
and you held my broken heart,
and you knew we could repair each other's,
and you knew we could not go back again,
to the tenth,
to the way things were,
you knew this was the new normal,
and you knew how wrong that word was,
on principle,
but you slept there,
across from me in the other bed,
and you always said good night,
even and especially when it would not be followed by a good morning
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