The Minute

I think of how it feels
to begin to know you again
the minute hits me and I wonder
if you might be alone then.

Maybe it's because I have a void
a hole in my life that you fill
to start over getting to know you
but also to remember and love you still.

So I figured I'd just call
to see if you are alone
maybe I could catch you
before you made it home.

The minute just hit me, I wonder
why I've needed for you to come
a brand new me to think and realize
having none is much worse than having some.

So I'm gray, no black or white
learning what parts of me to bestow you
see, the minute just hit me and I wonder
it might be too filling to always know you.
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