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I miss the daily updates:

what you had for lunch,
        who you ran into on the way to class,
             the deal on your new dress or
             how late you were finally able to sleep this morning,
                 and (my favorite) your dream last night.

   Now our talks are monthly updates; the minute day-by-days that make
      your days yours are just that: yours.

Distance has taken them away from me.

   (note: this isn’t a breakup lament; it’s a reflection on how relationships
change with distance, even the
           best ones)

And change isn’t all bad; I’m learning to distinguish the two,
accept both.