I miss you,When a faraway breeze brings with it a tuneThat lingers around only to remind me of you;
When every time I close my eyesThere remains a flicker of the fairy tale we once were With our fingers entwined;
When every time I climb a mountainOnly to breathe in the early morning mountain air,As we did when we had climbed one together that one time;
When every time I see someoneGripping a hot mug of coffee, with the vapour risingIt is your smile I see through it;
When I stare vacantly at nothingAnd smile without knowing whyAll I know is somewhere in my mind, your thoughts are knocking
When I remember the only memory I have left of youOf you uttering your last farewell and walking awayAnd my arms feel forever bereft that I didn’t take the chance to hug youAt least hug you a goodbye…
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