A crash took two lives,
parents,
teachers,
loved by many.
Everyone coped
differently,
from hopeful thoughts
of afterlife
to crying late into the
night.
I ran away.
One year ago,
I ran back to a ghost
of the past
and fell in love with
it.
At least ghosts are
still around.
Losing someone is like
coming home after a
short trip,
only to find the city
decimated,
and only a stone to
mark its existence.
You want to walk down
those old streets,
but they're not there
anymore.
There's just emptiness,
that absolute absence.
-Zero
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