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The Journal of Alison McKenzie You came and got your stuff today
06/07/2005 11:06 p.m.
You came and got the last of your stuff today
Remnants of you all over the house
Gone
I vowed that if this didnt work out
I wouldnt grieve your loss again
Yet the tears come unbidden
And I cant catch my breath
I dont miss the tension
I dont miss the conflict
I dont miss the differences of opinion
I dont miss the things you didnt say
The things you said behind your eyes
And thought I didnt notice
I miss your smile
I miss your touch at night
I miss my friend
I miss my lover
I miss all the places well never go
And of course, growing old with you
You know your happiness is so important to me
I dont want you to suffer from loneliness
Maybe shell be less encumbered by her challenges
Maybe she wont have estranged children coming home
And you can have a fresh start
And you can live in bliss at last
I am currently Sad
I am listening to Your voice fade to black
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