A Letter to The Old Me

To the girl I once was:

You are missing from the person

I am now,

like a 


too far from sea.

Why cant you come back?

You are happy and see the beauty

in anything that crosses your gaze.

Although I still see the beauty,

it's not as easy to see as it once was. 

Maybe I'm going blind.

I know you cannot return from your travels

and all I'm asking

is that 

you let me in

on your little secret,

on how to be happy 

so effortlessly.



The girl I am without you


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