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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.

- - -

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