Wednesday, May 6, 2009


I found a way to make you smile.
I miss you whenever my hand creates your writing.
I miss you.
I miss you.
Always, in my writing, I'm talking to you.
Saying things that you may never hear.
And while I'm alone here,
You, too, must be alone somewhere.
If only I could know what you were saying to me.

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“I, too, am heartbroken. But won't say it.”