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Those mornings when it was still cold out And the sun was hiding behind the horizon, when I would Wait for you to enter and we would smile and wave and Were both so elated to see one another; they taught me that The world wasn’t as dark as it appeared outside those windows. It made me realize how bitter I had become. It made me forget About the people who had betrayed me. The ones who never Looked at me twice. Or the ones who had but stuck around For what I offered, and not who I was. You gazed at me with Those dark brown eyes and somehow you convinced me that there Was so much more to this world than what I perceived. You were the lighthouse I had been Looking for through countless storms. But now You’re not here, and the mornings are beginning to remain Dark and the cold is getting through my coat when the wind Blows in the morning. I keep looking up and expecting To see you there. That’s when I remember that you are gone. But I still hold onto that feeling. The feeling of worth And hope. The belief that if there was one bright light Guiding me through the rocky waves before, that maybe If I ride things out and keep looking toward the sea line That I’ll see another beam cut right through the black And even if it isn’t the same as yours it will Be enough to make it to shore.
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