Though I know you won't be back, I wait,
Though I don't want you back, I hesitate.
It isn't that I find joy in the pain,
Or wish to live through it again.
I don't wait for you to return to me,
I simply cannot stop what my heart makes me see.
Somewhere between letting go and moving on,
I miss you still, though everything is gone.
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