Your days slowly sinking into nights, momentarily stared at, barely noticed.
Those days when a piece of you you choose to let go.
And he's there, accepting, never questioning.
And he stares, as if he has understood your silence for so long.
And instead of being sad, you feel at peace.
Because he understands.
Because even with words un-couragingly unsaid, he knows.
Like he always has.
The embraces. The trivial teases. The deep conversations of how one led life without the other. The getting over phase, but choosing to keep a part of what once was. The occasional scrunches on the nose just because he realizes something you deliberately deny. The arms that felt like home. The rides that could go on forever, succumbing to lights only the stars gave, curves only the hands could hold, and spaces only one could ever fill.
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I'd bet a million light years to have them all back.
I miss you. (There's no denying that. Certainly not in my turf.)
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