Drinking my coffee,
trying to remember.
... your voice
... your touch
... your laughter.
As I sit,
looking out our window.
You come back to me.
Deep from my heart.
You gave me a squeeze.
... why
... why
Have you left me.
Drinking my coffee,
looking out our window.
Still I am looking,
for answers.
... why
... why
Have you gone?
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