I’ve gotten to use to
Not having you around.

So used to not talking,
Not seeing your name pop up
On an alert…

So used to no longer seeking your name,
On my feed…
On my story…
My post…

I’ve gotten so used to living without you,
The thought of you…

It took a while,
A long while.

And now that you’re back,
And…
It’s all new.

Don’t know…
For I’ve become so accustom to my zone,
One without any trace…
Without the thought of you,

Just me…

Ironic,
For it must have been
How you felt the first time around…

An intrusion,
That is,
For lack of better words…

Displacement of that which is comfortable,
That was known…
But in a good kind of way…

Funny how it works…

For now that you are here,
It is when I’ve made my peace…
Peace in absence of your presence.

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