With You

Who do you want to be with the most?

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The windows were opened

The shoes were put in place

Just like the day you were here.

I watched as you walked down the street

Stopping at the corner of the block,

Disappearing in the blink of an eye.

I lifted my hand

Feeling the uneasiness after standing for so long

The sun reflected on my face

I closed my eyes,

Do I have to say once again…

“Nice to meet you!”