Thursday, December 3, 2015

There are always two sides

to every story.
more, even.
I don't want to be angry at you for telling yours
so loudly, if inaccurately.
Because between the lot of us it's been a game of
telephone,
Passing on bits and pieces and attempting to put the clues together
to try and figure out where you went.

But even now,
Despite the numbers and street names
To pin point your exact spot in latitudes and longitudes
Wouldn't tell me where you are

You were gone long before you left
And sometimes I wonder when I'll meet you again
because I really hope to
because I really miss you
We all do.

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