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I wasn’t paying attention as I walked into the shop and I was surprised by the girl wearing the blue jacket like that you wore.

For the brief burst of stammer between recognition of the jacket and quickly looking away I thought she was you and you were home. I was so relieved, so happy, so alive.

Of course, what I really feel is absolutely fine, of course. All is well.

The jarring automatic honesty in my heart touched me and I cried till my head hurt.

You will never be home and that’s because you’re somewhere better. Without me.

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    D.M. over 6 years ago

    There's a sorrowful tone to this. It's what you don't say that makes this happen.
    Good one!

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