Shiny objects distracted me from what was being taken away

I miss telegrams from my boyfriend in Brazil
I miss air-mail letters, that took weeks to come, on super-fine paper with traces of DNA
I miss vinyl spinning all night long

A Love Supreme
And its slinking reflection of a candle being burnt all the way down.

I miss the warm ring of an analogue telephone and the sound of a typewriter
I miss Quality Pies at 2am in Portland Oregon & Aggies in New York

I miss not knowing what I know now

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