More time has passed since we parted than the total time I knew you.
I tell myself that this should count more than you did.
But it is a lie.
The number does not seem to matter.
So many days that I have been without you.
And so many more to come.
They line up like good little soldiers as far as I can see.
And this empty, aching spot in the center of me.
"As tho to breathe were life"
I miss you.
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