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Tag Archives: missing
Spent Moments
Even now with years gone by since you and I were us, I catch myself freely spending so many of my precious moments deeply missing who I believed you were. I don’t know why this is, when I am, at … Continue reading
Torn
Torn in two missing you. ~ cj 2016.01.05 Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Recommend on Facebook share via Reddit Share with Stumblers Tweet about it Subscribe to the comments on this post
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Tagged dear, death, love, missing, photo, poetry, sophie sue
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It’s Too Late
I hear the bus, I’m sure of it. My heart smiles cuz it’s almost the perfect time, and I look up at my clock. Oh, wait. I see. It’s only 4:03. It’s too early for the bus, it’s not time … Continue reading
Fifty Hours
A lifetime of knowing and never knowing you trails behind and stretches out in front of me. And now here we are fifty hours away from eleven hours together at our very best. I will try to be present and … Continue reading
