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Missing You Missing Me

That constant pulse of missing
That heightened anticipation of a change
That would never come.

I miss you so much
That I could not even write these lines
Until now
For the fear that these lines will fail to tell
The sadness that surrounds my soul
And the emptiness that walks with me

Reminding me
Of just how much you will forever
Mean to me.

This shell of my being
Is a soulless godless place
And without you the colors fade
As if they just gave up their shades
Now that you are not looking.

Its not your fragrance that I miss
Its not the exquisite beauty of your being
No
I do not miss you
The way people miss people.

Baby,
I miss your love.
I miss your look.
I miss you missing me.

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  1. Awe, I love this... I know exactly what you mean here... I miss him missing me... this is so touching Rajesh xox

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