I Miss Talking

Sometimes, honestly
I go through phases of mindless streams
Of conversation, and honestly
I miss all of those times between
You and Me
 

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Talking in my Aunt’s garden, what a night!
Talking in the kitchen for hours at a time
Oh, I admit,
I Miss Talking

Talking on the rooftop as high as Mars
Talking in the moonlight underneath the stars
Oh, I admit,
I Miss Talking
 

And now there’s distance, that seems to be
Separating our thoughts, and the string
That connected our hearts, where friendship synced
Until you left me there, remembering
 

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© Kathleen Parks BMI