i last saw you at the bar on NYE
and we exchanged a high five.
i loved you for eight years and now,
you are a ghost of my past
who haunts the margins of my story.
had a dream you showed up in my town.
elf on the shelf and area 52:
our dreamy hangout felt familiar and awkward.
the laughs, tears, and silence say it all
because the words feel empty:
i'm sorry, i miss you.
we've grown over the years and
are thankful for the scars we have.
the short time with you in my dream
was a bittersweet moment of
connection and finality.
i had many questions to ask
and much to tell you.
the turmoil of past, present, and future
quickly interrupted us.
she was not happy you were with me
but you stood up for me for the first time.
a testimony to your growth,
a confirmation that you loved me.
(sorry for the fight that followed you home)
we hugged goodbye,
i woke up too soon.
i'm untroubled by your presence
in the margins of my story.
closure
and
acceptance
of
my
past,
present,
and,
future.
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