I open this document. Type a title and panic. Rush over to the back button.....and....pause. The pain is too great but I have to bear it. It must be felt or it will consume me some day.
Visiting within your four walls, touching your valued treasures, smelling clothes you wore. There isn't enough time to find you.....and yet you are everywhere.
You, in pieces behind closet doors, on the walls, among the dresser drawers, stuffed in school bags. Shoes that I brought you, then, you walked in, remain stuffed in shoe bags and rest on the shelves. Amazingly, there are shoes which had not yet known adventure.
Little papers with notes to your guy and your friends are tucked in places to be found yet again by you. You are the one to whom the notes were written and it is for you that they have meaning. Receipts, books, binders, schedules forever paused only offer the significance of halted dreams. Plans with no future.
No, I couldn't find you yesterday. Today? Oh, how I wish.
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