And if
the last time
I held you
is truly the last,
remember this:
my arms will still
feel the weight of you,
my eyes will still
see your face
in every passerby,
my heart will still stop,
my stomach will still
corkscrew-tighten,
my lungs will still
deflate
like my smile,
every time I discover-
again-
that you are
never
coming home to me.
I will always
be missing you.
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