The sound of your breaths,
Miss the dent in the pillows you left.
Miss reaching out and touching you,
With the tips of my toes.
Miss when you are snoring,
And I have to hold your nose.
Miss when I wake up,
And get to watch you doze.
Miss when you'd hold me,
If I was scared,
Miss when you showed me,
How much you cared.
Miss every kiss,
On the top of my head.
Miss when you looked at me,
Said, "let's go to bed".
Hate all this space,
Never felt so alone,
Can't feel you twitching,
Can't hear you groan.
What would I give,
To roll over and find,
You there beside me,
Calling me, "mine".
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