loss. (two parts)

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11212
United States
40° 39' 50.1048" N, 73° 54' 55.4652" W

When does the pain end?

After it's been months?

After all your thoughts stop racing to you at once?

After tears fall less frequently?

After your voice doesn't catch when you try to speak of me?

After my grave site is just another landmark?

After your ears don't miss

The rythmic beat of my heart?

After "Sunshine on a cloudy day"

Is just another phrase that you hear them say?

Wrong. 

I still miss you and it's still our song.

I miss your hand, how it fit in mine

I miss the way our souls did intertwine

I  miss your touch

I miss your smell

I miss your voice

I knew it well

I miss you now

I missed you then

O God above, 

When will it end?

 

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