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i sat at my computer as i always do...

waiting for the words to come out...

so i can just express...

everything...

i listened to a song...

that has been stuck in my head...

all day long...

i went through my e-mails...(as i always do)

and went through the pictures of you...

and realized how much i missed you...

i stared at the pictures...

and the tears fell down my face...

i thought how i would not be able to tell you anything

the funny things that happened...

about last night...

or to be able to hang out on my b-day...

to be able to tell you how i can't believe the age i was led to believe...

how i could call you drunk...

and you would make the problem go away...

"love-ology, i'm sorry-ology, forgive-me-ology"

a song from a note...

in which i would love to share with you

but only in my thoughts,

only in my dreams...

i study your face...

thinking how you wont grow up...

see another day...

watch the sunrise or set...

watch as spring comes and then turns to summer...

not being able to meet you at greenwood with her...

and go downtown...

you left a bit of you in everyone of them...

i see it everyday...

and think how they might hurt...

think about how they miss you so much...

and it kills me...

that even the one mention of your name...

or the look of a picture...

or even the writing on a desk...

you can see it in their eyes...

things we do to remember you in the way you were...

your number sits in my phone...

hoping that one day it will appear...

and ill pick up and this...

all this...

will just be this big coma i have been in...

waking up to a bad dream...

and not have to listen to a song,

look at a picture, look at something you wrote...

and think...

that you're never coming back...

i didn't know you for long...

almost a month...

but i felt like i knew you for longer then that...

and it feels like you have been gone forever...

or that you never left...

that i just met you yesterday in the halls...

or that i just gave out my number

and spoke to you on the phone...

that you found me in the halls...

and ask me to go to this band thing

cause it was for your ex, whom you still loved...

and forced me to hold her hand...

forced me to kiss her... but i didnt...

as i told you it was not nice to try to push me into things...

that you would tell me things...

about what she said

and then asked me questions...

sing a song that was not our song...

but is now...

because of you...

i owe you a lot in life...

i thank you for a relationship...

i thank you for listening to me...

when i was crying and drunk...

i thank you for the heart to heart talks...

i thank you for being you...

and there could be so much more...

that i want to thank you for...

but the words have run out...

the list could go on...

my fingers slowly inch away from the keyboard...

my mind draws a blank...

as it wants to call a number that is no longer there...

hope that it will have you pick up on the other line...

as i'm waiting for this coma to end...

waiting for this day to end...

waiting for it to all go away...

and to have everyone...

have the one thing...

that they miss the most...

come back...

...you...



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