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Zach Scott

 

 

I miss waking up to

the smell of breakfast

that home cooked meal.

 

now I wake up to

emptiness

knowing nothing is there

 

I miss hearing

grey's anatomy through

the thin walls.

 

now all I hear

are my thoughts

endlessly running through my head

 

I miss seeing you

when I came home from school

watching the Ellen show.

 

now all I see

is an empty room

with memories lingering on the walls

 

I miss you telling me

"Have a good day, I love you."

before another long day of school.

 

that's the last thing I remember hearing from you

 

I miss you, mom.