You are missed. I could blame myself,
welcome a dung beetle role, but I won't.
It's a shame I couldn't have guided you
through the oceanography of Recovery,
kept you from becoming some exoskeleton
of a creature in this strange universe.
I tried to share my truth but heard my words
echoing and empty as though I were
a politician, so determined to spare your feelings
I led you nowhere at all, to a toilet flushing away truth.
There is hope here, waiting for your return.
I love you and wish for you the elation this program
holds out for you.
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