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Missing
I passed the place we used to park the jeep,
and I keep this locked in sorrow deep in my chest,
and try my best, to breathe normally again.
I heard the song that we sang alone to,
on the ways to and from,
you would play the drum, and I would be the singer.
Im missing the way you looked at me,
like there was a treasure inside of me,
and you were always so eager to find that key.
I look out the window to the spot we would lay,
remember all the things Id always meant to say,
but the words never had a chance to be said,
because we said goodbye instead.
Remember the smell of cologne on you,
I would always press myself so close to you,
just to get one more smell,
there is nothing I would sell, that memory for.
I saved the texts you sent to my phone,
I always read them when im alone.
blast the sad songs through the house,
and sit there in sadness cold as stone.
Im missing the way you looked at me,
like there was a treasure inside of me,
and you were always so eager to find that key.
I look out the window to the spot we would lay,
remember all the things Id always meant to say,
but the words never had a chance to be said,
because we said goodbye instead.
Im missing how much you loved me,
the smallest actions revealed the passion,
never settling for satisfaction,
your always after more.
Remember the night we said goodbye,
and how much I cried, and still I cry for you,
and for the loss of all that we've been through.
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