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Thursday, June 3, 2010

this sat will mark the third week she's been gone.
sometimes i just sit there and imagine the days when she would be suddenly pop out of nowhere.
somehow, it hasn't really sunk in fully yet.

tears of pain and devastation
nostalgic smiles as i remember
aching emptiness when i remember
the other is a cruel reminder
the still house echoes with laughter from the past.

and i wonder when i'll get over it.

--Mary was an idiot:)--

8:39 PM