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Did you stand like this
in my room when I left?
Hugging some small momento
to your chest,
and wondering why
there is such...
emptiness?
Did you sit on my bed
and think of the conversations missed?
The jokes that would not be told?
Did you stand
and wonder whether or not
our last conversation was...
enough?
Even though you are not gone for good,
it feels like you are.
Maybe that explains the tears
that burn my eyes as I blink them back.
The knot in my stomach.
This painful feeling of...
loss.
I always thought that
I would be the one going.
I had done it twice before,
leaving for what I considered to be home.
But now, things are reversed,
and for the life of me, I can't...
cope.
I should be happy for you.
You have found a new beginning,
the real start of your life's journey.
But all I can (selfishly) think of
is my loss, as I sit here,
surrounded by your things, but not...
you.
-Ryan Smith
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