I miss the way your breath
Felt traveling the length of my spine
How your hands were soft yet rough
Like a hard working man with a heart
The little things that made each day
Feel they were leading somewhere
Now they poke me in the gut
Reminding me you"re gone
A can of soda in the freezer
A ticking time bomb
Will you forget about me
Or pull me out just in time
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