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Still trying to get used to my silent abode without you,

since you've disappeared into that long and foggy Magdalene-facing road...

It was all too swift,

too insane to take in...

that we didn't hug enough,

or kiss enough..

and I gave you away to the rush,

that has taken you so coldly

into the vanishing...

that I ran,

oh so quickly I ran,

to catch a last glimpse of your face,

before I could see you again after so long.

But you were gone,

and as always,

I turned my back home

in a walk so defeated,

so familiar,

so depriving,

for facing myself alone,

yet another year without you.