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much like death
A poem I wrote about a friend of mine who had to pull out of my college recently...don't worry, no one's actually dead :)
It is much like death
This separation
You walked in our world one moment
And fell from it the next
There's denial
I keep thinking
I'll see you
In the ordinary
Everyday
Routine places of
my journey:
Libraries
Coffee spots
Sidewalks
Tos and froms
Comings and goings
But I walk those places
Libraries
Coffee spots
And in each one
There is a hole
In the spots where
You always
Sat,
Stood,
Were.
It is much like death
This separation
Even though
You're a
Phone call away
No phone call
Can bring you back
Where you belong
Here
It is much like death
So permenant
Dark
A shadow cast over me
Opressing any gleam of light
No phone call, email, letter
Can lift the darkness entirely
It is much like death
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