i love you, but i forget about you sometimes
i love you, but i forget about you sometimes when the algorithm drops you from its esoteric cycle and my mind drops important facts and faces— my aunt’s birthday, my email password, and you i love you, but i can’t remember when we last spoke, or the last time you posted on facebook or whether i owe you a call or you owe me one but i love you, and when i finally remember it’s not as someone remembering where they put their car keys, but as one who wakes from a gentle sleep to find their loved one next to them as always never gone just, for a moment lost in dreams
from Open Things
Oh how utterly lovely. Thank you.
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