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I miss the air I was about to breathe,
the places I were about to go.
I miss the moments I were about to enjoy,
times that did not need to be planned;

Life as it appeared it was about to be in spite of the tension ignored underneath.

I miss preparing for things that never happened,
walks I were about to take,
trails I had yet to discover.

Faint glimpses of me from long ago appearing beside the me I thought I should be.

Friends they never were.

I miss things that never were looking for things that should have been.

The life that was about to be.


by Khrys Vaughan. Copyright 2019. All rights reserved.

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