Still miss you

A new day.

First thing, the same thought:

You’re gone and time opens up like a tablecloth spread across a minefield.

Loss wells up out of nowhere

Somewhere out there you can see me

And I can see you

But not yet

Not yet.

Thinking to myself

If there is something else, then you’ll know how I’m feeling,

you’ll make it all right.

And if there is nothing else, then what does it matter?

Sufficient unto the day.

This will have to do for now.

A new day.

First thing, the same old thought:

You’re gone and nothing I can do can bring you back.

But still I miss you, even so.

 

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