You missed my graduation. Mom had to applaud twice as loud.
I miss you.
You missed me getting baptized. Mom had to hug me for you twice.
I miss you.
You missed my first job. Mom had to help me with the paperwork and everything.
I miss you.
And I know you don't know but if you were here I would hug you tight. I would help more. I would never let go.
And I know it's not your fault. You didn't choose to miss my future.
And I know it's not their fault. They are trying their best to replace your space in my heart.
But is it my fault I miss you?
You are missing a lot but I miss you more.
You are the missing piece in memories that you never got to make. The hole in a photo that's still complete.
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Staub, Risse und ein hohlklingendes Lachen
PoesiaDer Titel mag vielleicht wie eine Horrorgeschichte klingen, beschreibt aber eher meinen aktuellen Geisteszustand. Erwartet also keine Meisterleistungen der Dichtkunst hier drin. Hier lagere ich einfach ein paar meiner dunkelsten Geheimnisse vor all...