Monday, October 29, 2018

Without Me (Day 649)

We both had friends who loved us.
Neither of us was shiftless.
We loved being alone, rambling about 
like explorers in our own home town,
yet we were both strangers to loneliness. 
I suppose no one will ever be able 
to explain what happened, but that 
no longer matters, because I want you 
to live—richly, fully—without me.
Today, this may be all I have left to give.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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