Photo credit:  Stephanie Klepacki

I want to shout I miss you,

Then I thought this may be a lie,

For it was old memory of you and I,

Laughing, smiling, dancing,

To reggae beats and the thought,

That the days, moments, seconds, hours,

You never made me cry:

I want to whisper—I love you,

But I remember, the memory,

Of our departure, your absence,

That made me cry.

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