I still look for you
In some of those
Old familiar places
And this is how I know
You were more than smoke
In my lungs
You were something solid
That got itself stuck
In the cracks between who I was
And who I’m meant to be now
In case you’re wondering
I still write about you
From time to time
Each and every line
It’s own little ending
It’s own small door
Closing the space
More secure between us
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