.
What am I missing?
A person,
someone to love
someone i loved
Or I miss it
That feeling
That desire to believe in it,
that desire to be that way.
Light, free,
like a cheerful child
who is she with whom she loves?
A very strong heart …
I miss me
In that place
With those people,
I miss her
how it made me feel.
In the end
That’s the only real thing
We needed.
It was like we were there
And what it stood for.
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