How do I miss holding something that was never really mine to grasp?
How are we almost strangers yet you still have me in your clasp?
Occasionally I wonder if you knew how I felt about you and this.
Constantly I wonder of all the little what ifs?
Mixed signals aren't mixed at all,
If you really wanted to speak all that was needed was a call.
Stuck because I still think you are nearly perfect and kind
Dragging my feet to cut my losses and leave the memories behind.
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