My tear stained bags are packed
I look around the room
and think of all the things
that you have done.
I sit joyously and wait for you to come home.
Replaying songs that remind me of you,
Missing you already.
I am not ready to leave.
Everything seems right with you around.
We havent even fought.
How can that be.
You make my sadness run and hide.
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