The sun rises in the morning and greets me brightly, just like the way you used to.
Nothing ever made me happier, than the way you would smile and kiss me.
Nobody could get me as excited as you did, you knew exactly what to do.
Ever since you left, it hasn't been the same. But I like to pretend it is.
Whenever I see the sunrise, I imagine it is you and I say "good morning".
The only difference is that I do not hear a lively response.
I am met with an occasional chirp of a bird and if I am lucky, a whistle of the wind.
~ K.K
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Step Into My Soul - Poems About Spirituality, Mental Health & More
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