I miss you, and its not only because I feel as though you are the siblings and loves I've never had. I miss you because you are the cabin in the woods that waits for me when I let my eyes rest. You are the view of myself that remains a closeup on my hands. You are the pushing of piano keys and the breath before a final note. I believe one day we'll all be together on a stage, bowing and waiting for the lights to be swallowed by the exiting audience. We'll be friends and loves and brothers and sisters. We'll never be apart and I'll never feel you far away. You are the ones I want to see when I die. Does anyone understand?
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