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Updated 3 years ago,July 18, 2022
I think of you often.
I wonder where you are now.
Its been a long road without you here.
I know I wasnt the only one hurt by your passing.
I wonder if youd tell me to be on my own and stop worrying so much about love.
I wonder if youd smack my arm and tell me to talk to God more than I do.
I think about you when its cloudy.
I think about how you were always so calm, so serene, even in your final moments.
Sometimes I wonder what you think of me.
Of my one-bedroom apartment by the beach.
Of my blankets sprawled across my bed and notebooks of messy handwriting filling every empty shelf.
I wonder if youd read my poetry if you were still alive.
If youd still tell me to shut my mouth when Im being sassy.
If youd still shake your head at the music I listen to or the company I keep.
I hope youd see how much I do now.
Days like today, I listen to the cars rushing by on the busy streets.
I open my blinds and watch the clouds float lazily across the sky.
I remind myself that your meter expired, your time ran out, but your love will never fade.
