Behind the Mask

Here I am, looking like I’m just fine. In the same place I’ve always been. Standing firm. My very best face on. Do you wonder about me, my precious girl, the way I wonder about you? Is your heart longing to see me, too? You would know where to find me and you would know how to get to where I am. Neither my location nor my direction has changed. If you’re able to make your way back, the path is the same. Trying to understand what happened is like trying to smell the color 9.

I’m waiting for you. Always.

I miss you. So much.

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