I thought I taught years to breathe. Often still; my conscious whispers your name. I disregard it; taking my time to twitter my thumbs of what I can put off til tomorrow. Yet tomorrow screams years away and I've left your side in lure of no light. Places I hide; I hinder the whys. Forgiveness, I ask not. This I dare not seek. I just give you a hope; blown on the wind and received in anonymity - for no article of my being should recall tragic times. Not forgotten just placed upon shelves, dusted with disease.
I miss you but I will not offer my presence
just to relieve my heart and to torture your memories.
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