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Every step

Is welcomed to the ground

With crunching of brown leaves

And gravel.

Every breath

Meets its owner

Missing someone is a funny thing, so simple a concept yet so complex in its effects.

For me, missing you is listening to your favorite music because you are not there to play it.

wiping tears away from swollen eyes

yet still they leaked through

a waterfall of pain dripping onto the ground

drip drip drip

day two

tossing, turning, crying in bed

hugging knees tight to chest

in the months of darkness and cold, i never stopped writing.

i just kept it all to myself. every night, my own religion

pages of pen poised on paper, pouring my heart out