Our Spot

I went to our spot today.
The spot where we would always sit,
watching the sunset together.
The last place I ever saw you.
And I would sit in your arms, and you would tell me you loved me.
It’s been a year now,
I really really mis you…
How I long to hear those words again, feel that hug.
I kept staring down that road, imagining you walking up it.
But you never did…

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