it is 11:59 p.m
and i miss you.
and as this minute passes,
and we reach for a new day,
i'll whisper the words
that come into play.
as i envision your face
in front of my own,
i'll picture your smile,
there will be no groan.
then i glance to the picture
that has taken your place
and we play the game
where my heart changes pace.
and so i think
i miss you more,
more than i did,
just a minute before.
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This is for my dear late friend Nicole, i miss you so much.
12•7•1999~27•10•2014
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