Days like these, when I know
And prepare for us not talking
I reflect on past conversations
Knowing without a doubt that
I am on your mind as much
As you are on mine, sneakily
Intruding like a thief coming
To steal my every thought and
The inspiration of your actions
Guiding me throughout the day
Each hour filled with those things
That you would be proud I've done
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