Missing someone
is like hearing
a name
sung quietly
from somewhere
behind you.
You find
yourself breathing
just enough
to make a
small dent in the air…
and I don’t think
I could really
tell you why
am I missing
you so much
that the air
around me
seems like
a huge depression.
i wonder who he was. and if there wasn't one, i wonder how lucky he could have been but wasn't. :)
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