Some people say I miss you
The poet in me says
My heart beats differently when you’re gone
It notices your absence
It beats slower as if every beat is a chore when you’re not here
My mind races wondering if you are thinking about me
Like I am about you
My soul aches when we are apart
My fingers trace the hand you held
As if touching there would make you appear
My fingers without you there trace I love you into the empty air
Because they ache to trace it on your back
My heart beats differently when you are gone
And I just wish for you to come back
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