Poetry

Missing

I miss all that we were.
The late nights of laughter,
baring our souls, and
even the fights that
reminded us we were real.
But what I miss the most
is you.

Β© Sarah Doughty

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29 thoughts on “Missing”

  1. Miss the lips which touched
    Not only lips but the soul
    Miss the smile which
    Brightened the room
    Miss the fragrance
    Which intoxicated me into love
    Miss the voice
    Which made my inner child jump
    Miss you in reality means
    I am missing myself too
    I am missing us too

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