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i don't miss her per se

not really-

not the way she stirred her coffee counter-clockwise

or how she spoke my name

ever so softly

like a secret

no one else could hold

...

i miss the feeling

of her-

that imagined life

woven in between shared glances

and almosts

the home i built

in her soft

gummy smile

before i saw the cracks

...

i miss what never even happened

the parallel version of us

the ones who stayed.

is that still missing her?

or just missing

being wanted

by someone

who never really could?

...

my ache has no address

no home

yet it answers

to her name

every time

like it's all i know

like she's all i know