It's not that I don't think of you
Au contraire
Not a day goes by without
Memories of you rising up in my mind
And I feel a great longing for your presence.
But the planet I live on has a gravity
That trebles Jupiter's
And I spend most of my hours
Just trying to breathe
And moving my arm towards
A pen, a pencil, a keyboard
Is mostly impossible.
So I collapse into sleep
And yes, no shit, I often dream of you.
It's not that I don't think of you.
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