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Yesterday I was haunted by you,

your careless laughter to cover everything,

every step you took in front of me

blind, without looking back.

Now I sit here wondering

why you decided to look

at me this way.

Now I sit here wondering

how your hands hold this well,

even more than they were made to do.

Now I sit here wondering

about all the gems of good in you

and how you overlook them.

Now I sit here thinking

that tomorrow when I miss you

you will deserve it.

Now I sit here wondering

how I got this lucky.

I know you don’t always want me to fall.

But tomorrow I will deserve to miss you.