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This probably sounds really silly
Ever since he left..
For weeks I had been watching the entrance, as if he'll bust through the doors one day-
and I'll imagine him saying something like:
"Stephen I'm back."
"I'm here for you."
"I missed you."
But I'm sure all we'll ever get to say to one another,
the next time we meet-
the one thing we'll both agree on is-
"I'm sorry."
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