When I ask if you miss me,
I want you to lie.
When I ask if you think of me,
say that you do.

I want to hear I’m your first and last thought,
I want you to say that you dream of me
and wake up with my name on your lips.

Tell me it’s me.
Again and again.
No truth anymore.

Alenka H., 2022

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