office in a small city

someday 

you will forget 

that on every 7th

you would count.

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we, would count

our days,

"how long have we been in love again?"

as you added another mark to the tally

but

you're so naive

to think that i 

wouldn't notice

that your eyes never gleamed 

the way it usually does

when we talked,

you would laugh everything off

but

you knew

that as time grew

we would grow 

apart too

you knew

it was never going to last

when i talked too much

and you never seemed too

you knew

it was never going to work out

but you counted off 

the days anyways

but

in the end

you got tired of hearing my voice

and i got tired

of waiting for yours 

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today

is the 7th 

are you still counting?