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Yearn to return to home and hugs, soft moments spent together that others would overlook but which sew up your world and drive you back, preferring those mundane moments to any lively event.

Set up the image to spy when eyes are closed, praying they’re not needed, but prepared for any situation that might threaten those dear.

Calm you with sugar and distract change with action until the unusual is now normal and you forget to miss the old.

Swell up from action, hindering movement with pain even though your presence has grown. Bigger and in the way, everyone will stare, no one will ask the reason you cry.

Describe the feeling of trying to say positive, but every movement they make crashes against the float. Slowly it’s sinking, sinking, until the black depths settle on your mood and all hope of breaking the surface is gone.

Focused moments to create memories, while jealous peaks seep into the day, destroying peace and bonds with a flood of attitude that young emotions can’t help express.

Return the agony of injury you thought banished, once again struggling with unseen pain and noticing people’s annoyance as you slowly keep working, but not fast enough. Not good enough.

Heart reaching across distance, longing to touch your soul, feel your presence reassure you of our return and our constant thoughts of your happiness.

Wait with the unknown growing larger as time goes on, hoping the outcome is good but feeling the creeping presence of dread and panic as a long absence speaks of ill.

Tele-pee-tation, no one sees you move and yet a puddle appears, ready for an unfortunate foot to meet it and soak up the smell, forever following you.