Every day
Since you left
The ache echoes
It ricochets off heart walls and oozes into bloodstreams
I can still playback the warm hum of your voice in my ear
And the smell of your space is eternally etched in my sensory database
But sometimes some days I miss you even more
Days like
The first of April
When the Poets come out to play
And every year I'd look over and say
One day I'ma be like you
Commit and see it through
And while I stay busy debating and procrastinating
You'd sit there on your tufted throne
Overlooking your hard-earned kingdom
And produce
You spun word webs and made magic
Every day in April
Some days, like this one, I miss you so much more
You remember back on myspace
When writing was our secret decoder language
Messages only we could know
Hidden in plain sight
A poetic pact to push boundaries
Explore possibilities
Flirt with the unfamiliar
And make it learn our names
You remember all the kinship
We shared through rambling reflections
Vicious revisions
And painstakingly precise word selection
I remember scorched emotions over proofreads and edits
And bitter resentment over drafts too fragile to share
I remember unbound elation at the synergy of
Constructive collaboration
That feeling of being seen, found, felt
Fueled by the recognition that soul-level connections
Don't happen every day to everybody
On days like today
I remember us
And I miss you so much more
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