inside I’m screaming

I don’t want her to be gone

dark despair fills me

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She Should Be Here

She should be here.

She should be sitting on the loveseat, drinking a cup of Good Earth tea.

She should be here.

She should be traveling, seeing new things, meeting new people.

She should be here,

loving and being loved by her partner, starting a family.

She should be here,

working, doing what she loves.

She should be here,

listening to music while taking her shower.

She should be here,

watching our favorite shows, watching sports, cheering for her favorite teams.

She should be here,

taking walks along the river, in the woods, on the beach; watching the sunset.

She should be here,

going out to eat, dancing with friends.

She should be here,

swinging on the porch swing, having deep and intimate conversations.

She should be here,

being the best sister ever to her brothers.

She should be here,

singing songs from Disney movies, quoting The Princess Bride.

She should be here,

losing at poker, giving it all away with the look on her face.

She should be here,

lighting up my world, loving life.

She’s gone but (and I’m screaming now)

She should be here.

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fire has stripped my soul

it came it destroyed, torched me

burned my heart barren

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Gone

a certain light no longer seen

a certain laugh not heard

where have you gone?

this missing you

has left me

blind and deaf to joy

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