See you

When I think of you

I remember why I left you. 

I couldn’t wait to see you. 

And when I did see you, 

I couldn’t wait to see you again. 

I didn’t know if I’d see you again 

or when. 

I know it’s hard to understand, 

but the pain was just so grand

when I wanted to see you. 

The truth is now I miss you.

But I already missed you

before I left you.

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