I'm still praying to
a God I'm not totally convinced in that you'll find your way home. That you'll
walk in from this longwinded joke; a sideways grin overtop your apology.
I hate how
longwinded you've let this joke get.
I hate how the last
time I saw you I cut it short to go read a book when I should have gone down to
the ocean with you.
I hate how people
use past tense to talk about your smile now. How your embraces were enough to
turn a bad day into something magic. How your laugh was the centerpiece in a
crowded room.
Everyday is full of
you, but it's an empty-full. You left, and yet, I'm not sure how to rid of you
from everything I see and touch and hear.
You left and we're
all trying to live without the sun but it's gotten a little too cold to bear.
Please come home
now.
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