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Absence
Sudden as the hush of winter
How many stories you never finished telling
You, were so much better
Yet
It is you they buried in her prom dress
You who will be perfect, 18, forever
Life ended in the pause between breaths
An exit in media res
Never seeing disappointment, never tasting failure
We spoke of death the night before you died
Of all the memories yet to be made
Maybe, something in you knew
Maybe, something in me
That goodnight would become goodbye
Quietly
-EJoveJohnson

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