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I think I’ve already lost you

I think you’re already gone

I think I’m finally scared now


If you’re gone, maybe it’s time to come home

There’s an awful lot of breathing room but I can hardly move.

There’s nothing like saying goodbye to someone you love.  Not just “see you later,” but goodbye.  It’s admitting that I don’t know when I’ll see you again.  It’s forcing myself to remain optimistic, to pretend as if you’re not really going very far.  It’s realizing how much I care about you and wishing we had more time together.  It’s understanding my constants have their own lives and their own paths that cannot always intertwine with my own.