I miss you

I miss him

His warmth against my cheak 

I miss his laugh

The way it used to be

I wish that I could turn back time

And stop myself

From doubting us 

From stopping him

From ruining us

I wish that we were still us

In a perfect world

I am still the love of his life

I am still his rhyme and reason

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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