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phocaphan

*five minutes before closing  time at work*

me: nice now that  theres no customers i guess i can start closing up :-)

customer:

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i just want everyone  to know  that  anyone who taged this with “im the customer”   you  are  not even funy

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I have no reason to mourn you. You are not dead, not deceased, not gone from this world, but you might as well be. We ended so, unceremoniously. Where was the eulogy? I didn’t have time to react, to process the departure of your presence - it all happened so fast and I just moved with the waves of the emotions that I didn’t know I was feeling, until it was too late. Until everything hit me all at once - you were gone, with no expectation or inclination. You just left, no note of explanation. Just had to accept your new position as nonexistent. Did I deserve this? Our memories replayed in my mind for days, weeks, months, before I got a grip. I thought I got a grip. I should have gotten a grip, but then I remembered your grip and how it coiled around me at night. And I still feel it at times, like you never left, only be awaken by the harsh reality of your absence. Your silhouette haunts my favorites places. I hear your voice in the background vocals of my favorite lyrics. I inhale your scent that still lingers in some unforgettable spaces. We see each other and words cease to exist. You are not dead, not deceased, not a ghost of any form, but you might as well be. You move like a mute apparition. A hallowed vision of someone I used to know, or thought I knew, or should have known better because I would have seen it coming. But then again, emotional deaths never work out so logically. So this leaves me empty, feeling like some sense of closure is missing. You are not dead, not deceased, but from my world you remain to be (a fading memory).