But the handprint
Of you holding my heart
Is still all over
This pencil-drawn soul.
It's been a while
Since the weight has been lifted
And my mind's been feeling
A little heavier too
While you've been missing.
Cradled in others' arms
Feels familiar yet so foreign
Recalling memories of
The last time it felt like this,
Safe and nervous at the same time.
I miss you,
And I hate missing you,
But moving on is treacherous
Though I don't want to dwell
On an echoing past.
So I take my two steps forward
Try to skip the one step back
Hope one day you'll catch up
If I just take my time
Though my heart is skipping beats.
--6.1.09
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