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Dear,

You're not here. It's been a while.
I close my eyes, I can't see your face anymore.
I try to draw you-- I know it looks nothing like you.
I can't remember your voice. Your laugh, though-- it's still there.

I have no sense of who you would be today.
And yet, I know that if you were here, we'd still be friends.

I don't miss you. I haven't for years.
But the void you left - in the shape of you -,
is something nothing could ever fill.