I've lost a lot.
I've lost friends.
I've lost love.
I've even lost my myself on more than one occasion.
But I've learn something very important that everyone needs to hear.
If you've lost someone, you can find them again.
Last week I heard his jokes in someone else's stand up.
I knew it was his because I laughed so hard that forgot what the joke was. The tears rolling down my cheek were the exact same. The laugh so genuine I swore I've never heard it before.
I saw her smile on someone's face.
I knew it was her's because it was the same kind of smile that made me smile. The way their lips curve at the ends are exactly the same. Their teeth, beautifully misshapen and full of metal. The magic of a smile isn't when its straight and chiseled, its when its real.
I saw them. They are alive, just in someone else. Right now, that's good enough for me.
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A Boy And His Box
PoetryHey! This is my first time doing something like this so sorry if I suck. This is going to be a book mostly filled with poems I write. I'm going to do other things with later ,so of you don't like poetry stick around for some adventures. This book is...
