Say when. . .

His breathing heavier over the

phone, inhaling harder trying to

start sparking up a conversation.

Meanwhile I’m trying

not to think about how

much I feel alone (sigh) when . . . .

Back to back is the only way
we can face each other;
taking on
recirculating thought patterns
& ampersand

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