do I miss her laughing voice

yes 
my heart cries out
straining to hear her call in the silence

do I miss the rose petal scent of her softness

yes
each breath aching to know her once more

do I miss the way she tossed her hair
her playful smile that said 

I’m beautiful

do I miss her reaching out
to take my hand
to dance with me 
in blissful oneness

yes
always

with every heartbeat

but most of all
I miss her

whispering
as her lips touched mine

mio


tio stib

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