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RedbluesGreensAndPurple
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TW - Lost. But Not Gone.

Loss seems to be a swirl.

 

Sometimes I hate the person that I lost.

Sometimes all I ever want is for them to be right next to me.

 

Sometimes I dream of us running toward each other like long lost friends who never thought they'd see each other again.

Or like a kid running to their parent that's had to work away for the week.

 

Sometimes I'm the parent that had to work away.

Sometimes I dream of kicking them in their gut.

 

Sometimes I see them driving by as I go for a walk.

 

I always miss them.

Always in my head and my heart.

 

Not gone. Not dust. Not bones in the ground. Not a soul spirited away.

But lost to me all the same.

 

Every morning I say hello and every night I say goodbye.

 

Goodnight, and goodbye.

I'll see you again in the morning.

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