Sometimes I think about him and I miss him so much that it hurts
and in my pain I think I’m selfish for wanting one more conversation by the river
he doesn’t even need to hold me or touch me I just want to talk to him
one more time to toast with him and talk about the universe
To scold him for some of his opinions and then listen to all of his opinions
morning is so hard sometimesI feel like it can never end
I envy the people who go through all of the Motions all at once when they lose someone
I feel like I’ve locked so many things away that all the important things are in the back
there’s no way to get to them
but sometimes the light hits them just right and there they are looking back at me demanding that they are as important as they are and that I acknowledge them
just like that there’s a crack in the bucket
there’s a leak and before I can patch it it’s spilling all over the floor
but I always managed to seal it up
for a brief moment I had to be there and I have to write
it’s the only way to stay functional it’s my only Outlet
even though I once thought I was good at it regardless of if I am currently
its part of me
it’s all the notebooks under my bed
it’s all the regretful things that I wrote down
it’s morning it’s all of it
it’s me and i really miss him sometimes.
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