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| A short drive away lives my boy. A boy I'm not allowed to be with, and he me. I think of him daily wishing he was here. Much of what I do, I imagine him with me here. Whether it's watching some really rad cinema, none of that Marvel superhero shit, or listening to some solid jazz. Instead I feel empty and sad most days and nights. I listen to old love songs, long for him ever more. And chances are, he still wishes to be with me as well, a man who loves him like no-one else. Sigh. This existence is getting to be such a grind. I wish I could just live my true life, free and with him. |