“...she has the ability to hide as expertly as a sock in a washing machine. No one knows where it goes, just as no one knows where she goes, but at least when she decides to come back, we're all here, waiting for her.” - Cecelia Ahern
With each breath I'm missing you, breathing in a rasping dry breath.
It seems to burn down to the hollow of my soul.
Memories they flood, a confusing mix. I thought I missed only you,
but I miss many.
I find that many are a part of me now. There is not just you,
there are many.
Each having a part to play, each having a part in me,
each deserving of my attention.
What will I do with these feelings? I should not,
long after only you.
I should, enjoy the many that have become
a part in my life.
How can I miss only you and leave out the others
who have a part to play?
I must move on, pay my respects, but in the end
I know you are only a part.
There yet remains a whole to be built from my life,
a whole song, a whole book,
not just a verse, or a chapter.
In this moment, I will breath a painful breath that it may give me
a lesson from missing you.
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