365 Days · Poetry

268 – Some People We Learn Not To Miss

I hoped life would always be just like this
Seeing the sun, thinking of you, then doing
Any of the mundane, comfortable things we’d do

You’re one I’ve taught myself not to miss
It’s the kind of hurting that can be tolerated
And less pain than if either one of us had waited

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