When the skies turn gray and tumultuous,
as they have today,
I miss you.
Not because I know,
together,
we would be just as turbulent,
but because I know what could exist in between
would be the something beautiful I crave.
We don't exist here.
We never did.
But given time,
given stories shared,
given quiet moments during the pre-dawn hours,
given all these things and so much more,
we would be better than any storm
or the calm which comes before.
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