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When I got the message it was okay.
I sat through my afternoon lecture, listening intently to what was said to me. I smiled in the supermarket, buying our weeks shopping before returning home. I sat in the living room watching TV after putting it all away. I put two plates on the counter as I dished up dinner. It was your favourite. I placed both on the table, checking the clock as I ate my share, staring at the still full plate. You're usually home at this point. I got up, showered and got ready to go to sleep.
I went to bed in your top, it smelled like you.
That's when the tears fell.
You're not coming back are you?
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
