We got to talking about things I wanted nothing to do with,
for now at least,
the hover boards,
and dust,
and sky,
and here,
and there,
and somewhere you longed for that I might not be privy to,
We got to talking about musings,
and uncertainties,
and timelines,
and things that did not belong to me,
and I was okay,
until I wasn't,
but only because I wasn't ready to miss you,
not now,
not ever
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