The Longest Message

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Three little dots under your name
Appear, disappear, come back
I write a paragraph, erase it
Build another, cut it in half
Long distance makes every sentence
Feel like it carries too much weight
We are both online at midnight
Both pretending not to wait

Silence can be cruel
It can also be careful

Typing... don't rush the truth
Typing... I'm still here with you
The longest message was the one we didn't send
Typing... take your time and mean the end

Dots disappear for three whole hours
I walk the apartment twice
Then they come back with one sentence
I'm scared, but I want to try
No perfect speech, no explanation
Just enough that I finally breathe
I answer with four honest words
And leave the rest for when we meet

Typing... don't rush the truth
Typing... I'm still here with you
The longest message was the one we didn't send
Typing... take your time and mean the end

We kept confusing constant contact
With proof that we were fine
The longest message was the one we didn't send
Those three bouncing dots held the truth

Typing... dots become a call
Typing... maybe words aren't it all
The longest message was the one we didn't send
Typing... see you at the weekend

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