there is a string between us
i know there is
not red
not the kind people write songs about
not fate in the shape of lovers
something quieter than that
a thread woven
from inside jokes and shared air
from staying on the phone
long after neither of us is speaking
from knowing which silence means tired
and which one means stay with me
from every time i almost reached for you
and every time you let me
i think
if you asked
i would build my life around you

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Pub: 04 Apr 2026 23:14 UTC

Edit: 04 Apr 2026 23:22 UTC

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