I look into the mirror,
and see you smiling back at me,
i touch the cold, reflecting glass,
But your gone,
Vanishing like a deck of cards,
In a magician's hands.
I miss you.
I walk the lonely, cracked concrete,
And here your sweet voice,
calling my name, and I look,
But all thats there,
Is the howling of the crisp, cool wind.
I miss you.
I sit in the never ending,
prairie field, and feel,
your soft, secure arms surround me,
But soon to realize,
that the sun is the one,
warming me, and not you.
I miss you.
I dream at night,
of me kissing your soft candy lips,
And sometimes gazing into your heart stopping,
eyes, not knowing what the future holds,
But there's one thing I am sure of...
I love you.
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