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chapter 58:
i miss you

I still sit by the door,
waiting for you to come home.

there is an aching place within me
that makes me feel so alone

without your touch, your smile
without the stories of what you desire

I am alone
imagining you steadying my shaking hand
because that is all i have left
of a fading memory

the illusion of you
is filling up my mind
and I can't remember -
can I rewind?

if I had known I would never see you again
I would've held your hand dearly
salvaging what was left of you just then

but i guess i'll never see you again.

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