I hate it
when the one you want to be there
isn't, not because this person doesn't want to be,
but just because this person is completely understandably busy.
That way,
you have no reason to be upset
at this person for not being there
but the longing doesn't go away.
It's fine,
but still you wish your house wasn't so dark
and so empty
and
so
damn
quiet.
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