Tuesday, July 19, 2011

I miss the words that used to flow so readily,
I miss the heart that used to be satisfied so easily,
I miss the smile that used to cover my face.
I miss the part of me that was so sure of your grace.
I miss the happiness that used to flood over me,
I miss how I could be me and not worry,
I miss your hugs that are such a comfort,
I miss being face to face and just laughing at our actions.
I miss how we could talk for ages about nothing.
I miss the telephone calls.
I miss, I miss, I miss,
I miss you best friend.
And I miss me, at least the old me.

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