I miss all of our
everyday traditions --
calling baked potatoes "tates,"
enjoying
"Whoppers on the Waterfront,"
and taking family trips
in the car -- just us and the pooch.
I miss seeing you bounce
and bee bop on the couch
to music just for fun.
I miss our inside jokes,
our daily family routines,
and our 16-year history,
a history that made me feel
safe and grounded and wanted.
I miss everything.
I miss you.
I miss Us.
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