Gabby, circa 2013

The only way I know
how to put this
is that you met
the mess of me.

How the night
before I met you for coffee
I couldn’t sleep.

How the last time
I saw you I was
unnecessarily petty
and unhappy.

I know I’m not the girl
you met;
I know you never loved her
like she loved you,
but now,
I miss her the most
out of everything.

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