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I don’t know what it’s like,
Something’s always missing.

The way you used to see me is lost;
Not you, that’s me.

Close sometimes to normal,
Close sometimes to right.

But…only close.


2 thoughts on “Missing

  1. Thanks Brian for that acknowledgement​, really appreciate you taking the time to read them. Lost is familiar to me, sometimes too much but writing helps and the words just seem to pour right out…take care


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