end.

Why did you have to leave? It was all just great.
Dandy indeed was the color purple we lived in.
With our four walls around (and don’t forget the sink) it was crowded but okay.
Wake up in the morning with a smile on all’s face and together we’d be off to a new escapade.
Who would fall today?
“I miss them sometimes” and that’s just fine. They miss you too, but not like we do.
It’s a puzzle piece gone with a question mark in place. You’re sending us on a scavenger hunt to fill your part of the picture. But we don’t want anyone new.
We want you.
Not everything comes to an end.
We shouldn’t let it end.

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April 15, 2009

every end is possibly another beginning?