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Ziggy,
My hand still reached for you; I still can’t sleep on your side.
I walked into the kitchen and glanced at your chair, it’s cold without you.
I reached for my mug and your coffee cup was there, we always joked about the lipstick stain but it fades with time.
I wish I could dream long enough for you to tell me it will all be just fine, that I will be just fine.
I tried to clean up today and I found your old Bowie shirt, the one you wore all the time and I cried for you. I wish I could've felt your pain.
Everyone always said we were too young, too dumb to know things like love. I know better now.
I've been drowning it all out like I always do, dancing through our house with the ghost of you, but I have to face the truth. My feet can’t dance like the way they did with you.
Eternally yours,
Nick
