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January 9th, 2009/2010

All around the world,
Eventually at least,
the clocks will strike midnight.
January 9.
2010.
Goodmorning.
Somehow, I expect it to mirror.
11 pm- You call me.
It's uneasy. So uneasy.
"I'm sorry it's so quiet."
I understand, I understand.
I'm the same way.
11:30- I'm bored.
Let's try this.
So I'll ask you that survey
that I've forgotten by now.
Shows how significant
that was.
It's fun, it's funit'sfunfun.
You laugh nerviously.
You tell me.
You hang up...
Goodbye?
No! Not goodbye!
11:36- I call you back.
Please, PLEASE explain.
I'm your friend.

You explain....
I guess we both cried.
I guess that's the
"As Close As We Ever Got."

All around the world,
Eventually at least,
the clocks will strike midnight.
January 9.
2010.
Goodmorning.
Somehow, I expect it to mirror.
But, of course, a year has stuck its
Foot in between us.
So instead,
11 pm- I'm sitting there.
In the same bed
I've owned for 15 years.
"I'm sorry it's so quiet,"
I say to the stale air.
It doesn't accept my apology.
I understand, I understand.
I was the same way.
11:30- I'm uneasy.
I can't breathe. It's a shallow
Shallow bowl where the breath gathers itself
And refuses to rise again.
I can't remember that survey
But I remember that question.
You don't hang up
Because we're not talking.
Goodbye?
Yes, this time I can't just call back.
There was nothing there, anyways.
11:36- I really can't breathe.
I have horrible thoughts and
Please explain.
I'm my friend.

No one can explain.
And I can't even cry by this time.
I guess that's the
"As Close As We Could Have Ever Gotten."

If I had known,
I swear,
"I Would Have Stopped There."



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