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 Apr 2021 Lucy
Chani Goldstein
Corona settled in
With an ocean between us.
I miss the summers warmth
Of your cheek
And the winters cold
Upon your coat.
I miss your scent
Your mess
Your voice
How you dress
I miss you
At night
I don't play scrabble anymore
I wait for you
At the door
In bed
In my head
When will you be back
My life lacks
Your humor
That tickles my funny bone.
 Apr 2021 Lucy
lost cause
if i wrote my future
all would be changed
from the way i was raised
to the thoughts in my brain
if i wrote my future
no love would be lost
so i’d stand right beside you
no matter the cost
if i wrote my future
i’d bring nothing but peace
and save you from sorrow
and the darkness that creeps
if i wrote my future
you’d still be here
but you wrote my future
and i did nothing
but stare

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