We talked again last night for the first time in a while and
it felt like we had never stopped.
It wasn't even about a thing it was about
life and it felt just like breathing.
I woke up refreshed
for the first time in months.
I realized it was
just a familiar dream and that
it wasn't the first such conversation
we'd ever had.
Just the first one I remembered.
Turns out I, we didn't really stop talking.
The conversation's been there all along.
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