I remind myself
that this is the same place
that we used to share
but now
I am not so sure.
Without your presence
it feels all wrong
-empty
Returning to a painting
to see the focal point is gone
Reading an old book
to discover the main character
was left out.
A long ago memory
without anyone
to share it with.
But I remind myself
This is where we once
called "home".
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
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