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Am I allowed to think about a world without you in it?
Dare I imagine what that would be like?
I think I’m supposed to say that I can’t, I shouldn’t.
But I can, I do, I lived it once; my life, without you.
A life where your laughter would not erupt out of nowhere.
Chasing me around corners to share a joke I do not understand.
Catching me off guard in a moment of melancholy.
A life of contagion, where your joy could not be quarantined.
Come to think of it, you’ve never once tried to stifle a sneeze.
I think I would hate it if you do.
So pass the tissues please,
I know I’d be sad with a life without you.
“Our joy is not confined to ourselves but radiates out to all.” Center for Action & Contemplation