Reader. Writer. Romantic.

Missing You

I miss you
The smell of your hair
On a Sunday morning
The feel of your body
Pressed up against mine
Each and every night

Even in sleep I have no reprieve
Each night your spectral figure haunts my dreams
Reminding me of everything we’ve had
Everything that I’ve lost

It’s not easy to have let you go
But I love you
And therefore must
I’m just sorry
It had to have
Ended…
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