Title: Up high
by Kate from Kent | in writing, poetry
Sitting on the ledge again.
It's what I do every night.
Sit, write and look at the clear night.
Sometimes I like it that way,
Sometimes I feel as though something's missing.
It's taking me a while to realize what's missing...
I really can't remember.
That's when I look up to the stars and think,
I'll think of you,
And remember.
You're gone.
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