admittance (a note)

I let myself cry about you today

 

I allowed my brain to dig deep and open the files, the ones filled with your scent of hard work, cigarettes and your dirty hair.

 

My fingers used to find themselves wrapped around your golden strands more than once, it’s in the way that I need to feel like leaves and branches that are in my pathway, I always felt that I needed to feel you, experience you.

 

And now you’re gone, I’ll let it be.

 

(but please know you meant the world to me)

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