the sky seems bluer
this crisp october day
stepping out to catch a bus to work.
now you are not my friend
the morning light seems brighter,
the cold air bites more sweetly
than it did before.
with your absence you have given me
so much that your presence
failed to provide,
so much
that i should thank you for.
with this poem i thank you.
the new weather of life after you
exceeds my boldest hopes by miles.
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