I Miss

The things I miss are simple
Is hard for some to hear
I miss the sound of whispers
That land gently in my ear
I miss the silly games
That only lovers do
I miss the simple little words
That start with I Love You
I miss the sound of voices
That greet me when I get home
I miss the gentle touches
That confirm I’m not alone
And whilst the night is silent
And though the day is long
I’ll wait patiently
For one more chance
To Find where I belong

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