A poem.
I am tormented by the thoughts of you
the memories of your voice
the memories of your touch
the structure of your body and soul
the touch of your face, so soft
my thoughts, and ideas of what I thought was to come, to be
private times together in mind and love
I am tormented by the thoughts of you
with another, in ways that were meant for me
in conversations that were supposed to be said to me
stolen looks for another that once looked at me
I am tormented by the thought of you
gone and lost forever
this is really beautiful, I’m sorry you’re hurting 
I noticed a typo…suppose…should be supposed.
Always the big sister 
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