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Where am I?
Somewhere in between my jackets turning to hoodies, my pencils becoming pens,
My fascination with dogs becoming appreciation for cats, my hands gaining new scars, my friends turning into music,
My heart rusting from lack of use.
Somewhere in between, your hand slipped from mine. Maybe you let go, maybe It was me who let go. Somewhere in between the time we spent together, something brittle finally broke.
Now my hands ache for the warmth yours brought.
I ask myself, where am I?
Where am I without you?
My fascination with dogs becoming appreciation for cats, my hands gaining new scars, my friends turning into music,
My heart rusting from lack of use.
Somewhere in between, your hand slipped from mine. Maybe you let go, maybe It was me who let go. Somewhere in between the time we spent together, something brittle finally broke.
Now my hands ache for the warmth yours brought.
I ask myself, where am I?
Where am I without you?
Published 27th Feb 2023
Author's Note
I still mourn how that one piece of our puzzle just didn’t fit. I imagine if I could’ve just pushed myself i could’ve made us work, but in the end I still see the pain I would’ve been in. I miss you everyday, and I hate that we are better without each other.
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