College
my eyes well up
its hard to drive
those huge grey sobs
lift in my chest
and choke me
I miss him as soon as he's gone
an excellent companion
a better man
becoming
more himself each day
I miss his loud voice in the hall
his step on the stair
his smile
his humor
and I miss seeing
myself
in his eyes.
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