I listen for your words.

They are a guilty pleasure.

Your way of speaking… disjointed​, but connected.  One point linked to the next, however obscure.

Rolling your words around in my mind.

Dizzy. Detached.

Clinging to thoughts that swirl around me, with no intention of touching mine.

Worshiping an ideal.

Realizing that it ended before it ever started.

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