having lost you,
i realize again, that
i miss you.
not in the way I missed
you before, but
different.
You resemble a piece
of me,
of my history
Someone who has
touched me, deeply
transformed me, without
ever intending to,
never aiming for
this direction.
But even though
I miss you,
there is no way back,
and no way forward
Our paths are separated,
and still entwined,
in moments lost but
dreamt or hoped.
Will I meet you again,
in the arms of another?
If,
then:
who are you?
And what does missing mean, after all?
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