Reading you

I read your old messages sometimes, as though I can find you there. As if your essence is in letters. I pause in the spaces in between words. I think about what you were doing when you wrote the message. What you did before and what you went on to do. I think about the day you might have had when the message came in. 

I'm looking for an answer to an unanswerable question. I'm looking for you. I know can't find you now. Not in a tangible form. 

I hope that I can sense you. I hope I remember things that time made me forget. I hope I see you in my dreams. 

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