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By sweetness Date: 2002 Feb 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.09.14.07.31281]] |
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I miss you most when I'm breathing, or sleeping or eating. I miss you when I take a bath and you're not perched on the edge of the tub, trailing your fingers through the bubbles. I miss you when I crawl into bed and the other side is empty of your weight when I can stretch my feet out and my toes won't glance your shin. I miss you in ways I haven't discovered yet in places and in times that will not resonate with your being. You meant more to me than I thought. I never dreamed I would miss you this much. |