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Perhaps you want me to say something profound, something eulogistic,
something about birds flying the sun rising and how the world won't turn without you. But I have no such words for you, only that I miss you. Only that there's a key inside me, that doesn't turn without you. That there's a wind up knob inside, that doesn't wind up anymore. Only that my eyes are empty, somewhere else, in another time, waiting, like not a day has gone by since the day you left-- inside my soul. But these have no effect on the outside world, These are only the effects inside me. |