journal · prose

Maybe That Was It

You are everywhere: in every box I open, place I go, song I hear. You come alive inside my mind and I start to miss you so much that it hurts. I don’t want to. You don’t deserve it, aren’t worthy of it… but are you? Are you? You may have been bad, you may have terrible, but was there not also so much good? So I don’t know what to think, I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to feel without you here. All I know is that I continue to wish not to miss you and am dismayed to find the feeling still remains, even after all this time. And it grows. When will I be free of it? Maybe you were it for me…

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