You take my hand and try to make it mean something so it does It doesn’t mean love but something closer something that could be mistaken something that has been mistaken for love in the wrong lighting the wrong memory. When you first arrived near my hand you held them out to me and gave me hope but you took them away to search for someone else you believed you could hold instead. It still hurts me like the first day you left still got a hole in my chest and the wind blows just so, it sounds like you humming me to sleep whispering “always keep this memory for me” It hasn’t gotten easier but I’m starting to think it might It feels like moving on means losing you in a different way maybe, you deserve to be missed.
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