I can google your name
and it's like you never even existed.
"First 25 of 166 words" is all it says in the place I used to visit everyday.
It's like you never existed.
I can look at a photograph of you dancing in the ocean
and it's like you never even existed.
The edges are torn and yellowed, fingerprint-scared, and forgotten.
It's like you never existed.
I can look into my mind and hear your voice and smell your house and taste your soups,
but I can't touch your face,
It's like you never even existed;
my mind is playing games with my heart
because you always, always,
always
existed.
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