
Once you were here
and now you’re gone.
Everything’s the same
yet everything’s different.
Together, we’d wade through the mundane.
Apart, memories of the mundane are now what I cherish.
Alas, we breath the same air and share warmth from the sun.
My soul feasts on your love
and the hope of your return.
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