I light a candle
at the feet of St. Anthony for you
The patron saint of all things lost
thinking of you,
the boy from St. Anthony's.
I should have known.
Going back home has turned into
this whole mixture of emotions
because of you.
You hugged me tight and long
and left
looking back at me standing there
over and over
till we were no longer in sight
of each other.
It was my farewell
but you were the one that left.
The warmth of the fondness,
that sat on the luxurious couch
in the living room of my mind palace,
at the center of my heart
has left, like you.
The pain, the fear, the grief
the emptiness, the weight, the silence
have taken its place
instead.
How wonderful would it be
to have you now...
We would have drifted apart even
if you lived.
But now that you are gone,
you are more alive
roaming in the maze of my mind.
Lucky you...
-Nush-
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