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i am learning to live without the idea of you

and i am trying to fill up the empty cave 

in my head, the one you created when you 

fell to the ground and pulled me down with you. 

O’ my beloved Croissant, 
Your beauty, grace full of permanent taunt, 
Croissant's silken surface, 
Your crunch fulfills my life purpose.

i don't care about the comments, 

about my hair and my clothes. 

i don't care what they say, 

about my parents, and my home.  

i don't care about my books, 

I was born a Wednesday’s Child of Woe.

Born the year of nothing-

Before the End-Of-All.

Born 11:52 am, November 21, 2007.

It was the month of May 2023 

For 4 hours we drove from Susie to York Beach 

And it was the last time we visited Maine when you were alive. 

hoping she understands

that poem was a little hasty

i don't even know if she knows

how she feels

about me

hoping she understands

why i blush every time her name is mentioned