Cold metal

I miss the days when it was a act of criminal to touch
the railings at the public library.
I miss the days when you sighed and said it's ok when it wasn't.
I miss the days when we could sit silently and say nothing and still know we're not mad,
at each other,
or both at me. 
I miss the days.
days, ha, 
I only remember the nights,
when the sun goes down and I'll stand,
shivering and feeling more alive then I did,
in the past.
days.
I don't really know if I missed them.
or if i'll ever really miss them. 
 
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raincity

NY

16 years old

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