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Spaces

Spaces between faces that have carved their way into my head.
Faces between fractions of a life lived and left behind by you.
You, who will forever be undefined by your own.
You, who will forever be lost in what is, and what could have been.
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Have you Changed?

Have you changed?
The skies are blue, the wind still blows and your memory still lives in me.
Have you changed?
The leaves still fall, the winter is cold, and your sent is still on me.
Have you changed?
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That Day

She woke up early that day.
As she turned to the clock that would undoubtedly tell her she was late, she still had to think of what to wear.
Big day. Yet every ounce of her was telling her to stay.
She turned to see him, laying there asleep. She watched him sleep just a few moments longer before she disappeared into her day.