The way my hand feels
Holding yours as we walk
There are days that I miss
The sound of your laughter
Musical as I tell a bad joke
There are days that I miss
The way your scent fills
Every last receptor in my brain
There are days that I miss
The electricity that sparks
My soul when we kiss
There are days that I miss
The warmth of your arms
As they wrap me in a hug
There are days that I miss
The way your eyes light up
With happiness to see me
There are days that I miss
All of these things, all of you
These happen to be most days
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