Wednesday, June 6, 2012
the missing comes in waves of heavy noticeable-ness, while a less noticed, constant ache of the heart just kind of sits there softly and rests in the surf. during those inbetweens are the little things, the empty spaces that used to be filled with that laugh or a t-shirt hanging over the desk chair or toes slid just underneath my leg on the bed. those empty spaces are just so much more noticeable now, you know?
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2 comments:
Your words are beautiful. Love you.
I love this so much. Thank you.
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