After a while words don't matter.
What good is saying yet again
"I miss you?" All it is is chatter,
Know and repeated, so that when
The words aren't needed, they've been said.
It doesn't mean I do not mean
The words. Just that their meaning's dead
Although the thought is evergreen.
I cannot live - no more can she -
By simply typing every day
I miss you and I love you. We
Know that already. Still we say
Those words because they're markers of
What can't be said: the heart of love.
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