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“I will miss
my chest exploding
you coming home late
not turning on the light
always waking me up

I will miss
the sudden burst of safety
when you look at me
or hold my hand
or say something like
”let’s go home��

I will miss
the years I lost
on something or someone.
The pieces didn’t fit, shaped wrong
the timing slightly off.

I loved you like I always will.”
― Charlotte Eriksson