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Creative storyteller with passion for art & connection. Portland, Oregon.

missing you, often thinking of you


I know you're different now,

I am too.

But your face still looks the same as it did,

those times when we were happy

and you saw the world in my eyes

and I saw my future in yours.

 

The plans we made disappeared for good reason.

Your life turned out so differently than I expected.

I know I have no claim to it,

no right to know you,

no right to say "I knew you when,”

 

but a part of me will always miss you,

will always wish I still knew you,

that we were still the same people we were then,

when we were us.



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