You only pass through my city every once
in a million seconds on a broken phone
Yet we talk like we're living only miles,
only minutes from another just around the block
As I stare at my screen shining blue
and green all alone in a coffee shop
I can't help but imagine what maybe could have
happened if you weren't just an online friend
Maybe,
okay,
maybe it's not just me because this isn't about me
I think he's just going through something
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