MISSING YOU by John Hawkes
How I long to hear your voice, the tone so clear and sweet,
The magic of its warm hello. Its rhythm and its beat.
I long to touch your face, the only face I miss,
Every aspect perfect, just the way it is.
I miss your fire hair, I miss your warm embrace,
I miss those lips that kissed me, so warm upon my cheek.
I miss everything about you, there's no one else like you,
You're everyone's favourite friend, I hope you miss me too.
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