i feel
silly.
i don't know
when
my attitude
towards you
shifted.
i recall a night:
drunk, lost, lonely.
my head in your lap,
in the back of some truck.
but then,
it was more
matronly;
a sad friend
in the comfort
of a kind friend.
perhaps that
tenderness,
something i had
scarcely received,
was my downfall.
regardless,
i feel silly
that i still
think of you
this often.
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