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The Places Between



When he's gone, it takes a few weeks to feel his absence. To really know it.

I daydream about things more these days. I hear songs that I want to listen to with him,
read sentences in books I want to share with him, see movies I want to watch beside him.

Mostly, I miss his bed and our sleepy Saturday mornings. . .



2011-11-21