Who knew it would be this hard?
Rummaging your departure over and over in my head
Trying to ignore it,
Letting the grief seep out slowly.
We didn't see each other every day; but twice a week
It became a ritual
To exchange sounds without thought
It -- you -- became a part of my weekly cycle
Ingrained into my habits like clockwork
Then suddenly --
it all
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