I still miss you

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When you left for your flight
I was here left alone
in the dark unwelcoming home
missing
how you would talk, walk, and do silly things.
I stride down the hall.
playing with my
rubber ball. what else is there
to do? but then i remembered
you said “See you soon”
my stomach turned to butterflies
I flew across my chair
awaiting your very arrival
there was nothing i couldn’t bear.
without a care
I called leaving ten million messages at the most.
waiting waiting
till you would come home

This poem was written/submitted by Amanda.

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