Late Night Breath Poem by Meredith Marie

Late Night Breath



i miss our late night talks
but i dont know what to say
you have no idea how many times
i picked up the phone, but
let my fingers stray...

i miss our broken love
not quite allowed,
not quite complete.
some was better than nothing,
but for you i would not compete.

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