I haven't visited your grave. I'm afraid to. I'm scared of how much I miss you. Your headstone marks where you lie, but I don't feel you there. I feel you in the halls of school. I hear your laughter echo in the empty gym. I see your hair flip from the window of our favorite class. I feel you brush past me when I pass your locker. I smell your perfume in the locker rooms. You won't leave me. But I can't cry any longer. I am lost
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PoetryMy thoughts are an expanse As deep as the ocean As vast as the universe As vibrant as the galaxy And yet I crave more
