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I speak these words to the trees and crows, 
“I just miss him.” 
Tears fall down my cheeks 
and drip on my hands and these pages. 
I miss him so much. 

The sun warms me. 
The same sun that warms his skin 
perhaps, exactly, at this moment. 
Maybe we are both sitting in the sun 
thinking of each other... 

I can’t know for certain, 
but I think he might be 
missing 
me 
too.