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My daughter says your name with a smile on her face,
Not knowing it’s a knife to my chest
I keep waiting to miss you less
But the need still picks my skin, stings my eyes
Paint from your brush hangs on my walls
Humoring me, our initials same as twins
It cuts.
You should be here teaching me everything you know
All those times sweet turned bitter
Because it was missing your smile
Your joy
Your pride
You left this world but have yet to leave my mind
My life will always be less than
What I want it to be
Because I want it to be with you
Among other things, J 