THIS
"Grief feels like missing. You miss her. You miss him. You miss belonging.
You miss the bench by the fence. You miss the walk from the
lockers. You miss the talks by the pool, in the hammock, at night, on
the phone, the screen winking blue light. You miss the stories on the
bed, by the window, beside the desk, on the dunes. You miss his
voice. You miss her smile. You miss and miss and miss and miss and
miss."
— Dec 02, 2022 10:27PM
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