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Holly, I miss you and I don’t want to.

I want this feeling to pass like other things

Like the season change when

Leaves fold into brown

The passing of sound when the stations switch

Like a song that I can’t get out of my head,

You’re hovering.



I thought releasing troubled ones

In my life would ease this throbbing pain,

So I threw you away. I tried

To ignore you in return

But the love you shared still runs through me

Hovering like clouds of thunder and rain.



Holly, you’re hovering.



A thousand things have happened inside;

I’ve been hurt and bruised so terribly.

Let me crawl into your lap and cry

Like I had done many times before.



Can you sing that my troubles will pass

Like the minute hand?

Sing, “Your eyes will dry, my darling girl.”

The things recollected are hovering.



Holly, yes, you are hovering.



I used to run to tell you everything,

But you threw me away.

You gave up on me.

So tell me, Holly, knowing you’re the one

Who hurt and bruised me terribly, why

I miss you like I buried you yesterday,

Why I long to be in your life like the child

I once pretended to be.

Holly, my friend, you are hovering

And I miss you.