I stare out my window,
at the falling rain.
Tomorrow’s the day
that we first met.
I can’t pay attention
in class right now.
Too distracted,
wondering where you are.
I choke back tears.
trying not to think
that you’re really gone.
Wishing that at least,
you’re still alive.
Tomorrow’s the ninth month.
since we said those words.
Wishing you’ll be back,
I miss you too damn much.
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