Me Without You by Kori | Written 2/22/2017

The sand is cold and prickly rocks annoy me.

Flowers remind me of death.

You won’t get to feel the sun on your face.

We went to visit – the air smells different.

Our past has already been shaped,

I hold some of the puzzle pieces in my hand.

I want to live without restrictions.

You just wanted what was best for us all.

It’s not like I am not grateful.

Just tired.

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