My excuses, I'm a working woman now but

I haven't forgotten about any of ya'll

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what did we even talk about?
all those nights with the phone warming the side of my face like the sun. you made jokes and sure, i may have even laughed a little but mostly you were not funny. mostly you were beautiful. mostly you were unremarkable, even your mediocrity was unremarkable. when friends would ask 'what do you like about him?" i would think of you holding a bouquet against the denim of your shirt. i mean, you had my face as your screensaver for gods sake, do you know what that does for the self-esteem of girl with an apparition for a father?
hey, do you remember the quiet between us in all those restaurants? all the other couples engrossed in deep conversation and us, as quiet as a closed mouth.
that one afternoon when i asked 'why do you love me?' and you replied as quick as a toin coss 'because you're mad, because you're crazy' and i said 'why else?' and you said 'that mouth, i love that mouth' and i collapsed into myself like a sheet right out of the dryer.
you clean, beautiful, unremarkable boy, raised by a pleasant mother, was i just a riot you loved to watch up close? there were times i picked arguments just so that we could have something to talk about.
last week, i walked through the part of the city i loved when i still loved you, our old haunts. you know, even the ghosts have moved on.

- Warsan Shire

muaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Thank you for this Yaki!!! <3 Loved reading this... it struck me as sad, at the end talking about the ghosts moving on from this love, and she is still remembering? Also, her picking arguments just to throw something out there to talk about...that's heartbreaking gosh