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What used to be.
He lays next to me. I can feel him breathing as we speak.
But my mind drifts back to you.
He says something to make me smile. He doesn’t realise it’s all been said before.
My mind drifts back to you.
I smile at the book store. Thinking of a conversation we had. The sinking feeling in my chest begins. Knowing I can’t tell you. Ever tell you.
That my mind drifts back to you.
But my mind drifts back to you.
He says something to make me smile. He doesn’t realise it’s all been said before.
My mind drifts back to you.
I smile at the book store. Thinking of a conversation we had. The sinking feeling in my chest begins. Knowing I can’t tell you. Ever tell you.
That my mind drifts back to you.
Published 21st Jan 2019
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