Wishing you were here,
for the moment I let you go
your face was everywhere.

In the indent of my pillow
in the missing books on my shelf.

My words would catch
every time
I wished you good morning.

Showers were numbing
covers gave no warmth.

Wishing you were here,
is like wishing you never left.

It’s like regretting those words
or those times I spent ignoring you.
Did any of that really matter?

Wishing you were here,
is like wishing we could start over.

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