I miss you.
I will always miss you.
You're not dead,
you're still breathing and living
And loving everyone but me.
I miss the old us.
Remember the late winter nights at the barn?
Remember my first puff of a cigarette?
My first drink of alcohol?
I do.
Have you forgotten me already?
Years will pass,
Days have.
Will you think of me?
Will you miss all of our old moments?
I do. All the time.
But do you?
I don't even know what happened.
Perhaps, just like the rain,
Everything passes.
The clouds go away.
The puddles dry up.
Perhaps I was your rain cloud,
Blocking the summer sun.
Perhaps I was thunder and lightning,
Beautiful yet dangerous to anyone close.
Perhaps you'll be happier without me.
Everyone else is.
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