A Poem….thing

I only wish to lay here, getting lost in my thoughts that are not thoughts.

I wish to watch the rain as it dances across my window.

Mostly, I wish she would return.

I miss her terribly; the girl I used to be.

So full of innocence.

Lightness.

Laughter.

The child I once was.

Where has she gone to?

I miss her terribly.

I wish she would return…

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