Oh Hun, I've gone back to playing all your songs
and watching the shadows dance across floorboards -
revitalized by such memorable motions.
Apathy moved out and Sorrow bought the house
next door, so she and Joy could fool everyone
into believing that they are a happy couple
now that he's gone two months without cheating.
Hun, the walls won't tell me which songs
you sang to me when I was sleeping, but
they do ask me where you've gone this time.
I know my soul is accosted by the memories
but she has never been more beautifully so.
Oh Hun, everything reminds us of you and
everyone else misses you so much more
than you will ever know. - - -
And if you have found this
I still love you in ways
you will never understand.
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