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.
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