Growing Poem by TR Jones

Growing



Is it possible to like you more
Then I watch you walk out that door
Now I'm here all alone
All we can do is talk on the phone
I'm missing you so very much
Longing for that sweet touch

I like you such much more
Every time you walk out that door
Why can't we always be
Here together, just you and me

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