Thursday, September 10, 2026

Dear M

Dear Maricile, 
 I am sorry. 
I think about you basically every day. 
I miss you in my life so much 
A small chunk (piece) of my heart is torn, and missing (gone) 
Small or not, it screams out at me. 
I miss you 
I loved you 
And I still do, but now—
It is absent love...
& .
I am stalled.
Stalled in loss; perceived, and real. 
I am so sorry. 
I am so sorry....
I am sorry 

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