I used to remember your number by heart.
But when I tried to call it the other day,
I could not recall past the first 3 digits.
I guess that's what is called moving on,
or do they call it blocking out?
I can't say that I know the difference.
It hit me as subtle as a knife in the eye.
Rewinding is not an option anymore,
and apparently neither is play.
I'm fast-fowarding through my life,
or is it more like auto pilot?
I can't say that I know the difference.
I made this promise to myself.
That I wasn't going to call anymore,
but I was lost and you were my map.
You didn't answer because you were busy,
or was it because you've forgotten to?
I can't say that I know the difference.
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'Tis a good write, which you have written. Because you're a writer. . .with writings. . .*trails off with confused facial expressions*
*shakes head* This is good. I like the repeating of "I can't say I know the difference" and I must agree, sometimes you really can't tell those kinds of things apart and that's annnoying *looks around for agreeing nods from non-existing people*
Furthermore, this locks the reader in, it's not boring. You make a point and stick with it. But you do show some confusion - why have you forgotten the number that you wanted to forget - yeah! *pumps fist in weary cheer for not making much sense*
I think, not that it really matters what I think(let's be serious), people can really relate to this. It's like a classic kind of break-up scene. Correction, I can't say that anymore b/c some people now-a-days go crazy physco when they are dumped. Who would have thunk it? *shrugs shoulders* Not me!
Wow, great. Keep up the good work ol' chap! ol' sport! (And yes, that is a Gatsby reference)
Ashley
skipeople
June 20
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