I don’t want your pity.
I don’t want your hope or your charity.
I just want you.
You to be in the same room.
You to stand there with your hands in your pockets the way you used to.
I want to feel you in my presence.
I don’t want anything else.
I know you think I do.
But trust me.
All I want is a moment of your time.
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