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losing a loved one
Category: Writing and Poetry
Your face shares bits and pieces with those of your siblings. For fleeting moments when my eyes pass their faces, I can pretend that they are you. We are standing here in your house, The one you never got to see. I'm trying my best to pretend that it's you standing there, As I note how similar you look to your younger brother. But I'm struggling. I long to hear the familiar ring of your voice » Continue Reading