I'll Join You

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I walk to his grave two damn years later. I've been strong until now. I need to let it go. Let him go.

I stand in front of the headstone, irked that he is six feet below me.

"I miss you." I say. "I miss you so bad. I wish that I could see you. And I hope you can hear me because I am pissed! Why the fuck would you do this to me? Why couldn't you just talk to me?! I would've listened!" I yell. I hit the ground. I take slight comfort in the fact that I will be with him again soon. Very soon.

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