This is where I stand.
Dry. Empty. Broken.
But there was a time when you were with me.
I can still remember when I gave you my all:
The warmth of my embrace
The energy of my laughter
The constant thrill from looming danger
But you left, and I know why.
I can still remember when I took so much from you:
The lightness of your spirit,
The depth of your smile,
The sense of security for your being
But there was a time when you weren’t with me.
Dry. Empty. Broken.
This is where I’ve always stood.
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