I’ve gotten really good at missing people.
I keep the masterpiece of them painted on the inside my eyelids, and they barely ever drip down as tears. I tuck the manuscript of them just under my skin, and they barely ever break through as goosebumps.
I isolate myself with the reasons I love them, and they keep me warm. I light myself with the reasons they loved me, and it keeps me bright.
I’ve gotten really good at missing people.
So kind. Thank you 🙂
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A microwrite, 🙂 but thank you ❤
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🙂 Thank you
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Beautiful writing. Once, not so many years ago I had similar thoughts, I felt I was really good at grief. It seemed there was so much. Now it’s quieter, but I’m still really good at it. And missing people, for sure missing people. Hugs to you, glad you can keep them inside with you, there is comfort in that.
I’m glad you know a similar comfort, though I’m sorry you have had reason to learn the skill. *hugs*
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Much love ❤ ❤ ❤
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RaRa,
We feel like you’re semi-woven into our DNA. It’s only possible to miss you partially. 😉
RR
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Ditto. ❤
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That is fantastic!
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rarasaur 