Missing You

I miss the touch of your skin.

I miss knowing that you were mine and I was yours.

I miss that certainty I felt in our coupledom.

I miss the routine of our Saturday errands and lunch after.

I miss thinking of you thinking of me.

I miss loving you and you loving me.

I miss knowing who you are.

I miss being a part of your life.

I miss you being a part of mine.

I miss having you to come home to.

I miss you coming home to me.

I miss us…

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