i think what i miss the most
is the incessant communication
all of the good mornings
the how's your day goings
all the i have something to tell yous
the i have a big surprise for yous
all the guess whats
the where are yous
all the what are you up tos
the i miss yous
all the i'm here for you, sweeties
the i can't believe it's still winters
all the goodnights
the i love yous
without it
i could die in my room tonight
and nobody would know
until my roommates
became bothered by the smell
when you would have known
in just a matter of minutes
we were that committed
to our version
of tin telephone cans
god, i miss it
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