Launchorasince 2014
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Everyday

my head hurts.
i realized something after he left:
it is as if he 
never
even 
existed.
i have nothing left 
within my grasp 
that could recall him-
neither somebody 
to tell me about him
there is only my heart
so i wrote about him,
everyday
not like a diary
i wrote about him,
everyday
in thousands of ways i can feel 
his existence.