that I missed you.
Was the same moment
we both had our lives in boxes
and the boxes in our arms
and our arms carrying those boxes
off to dorm rooms
I miss your smile
your golden happiness
the quiet way you could make each person feel cared for.
I miss teasing you
and knowing you
and having you know me.
I hunger for a comforting word
that means so much
when everything feels like it is falling apart
sometimes you thread a needle
and plunge it into my heart
stitching neatly
the holes
into wholeness.
You are an image of kindness and graceful poise
and you will always be valued highly
in this heart of mine.
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