December 8, 2008
By Helen Ford, Manchester, MI

Im missing how we used to be
The way you called me pretty
How you smile at me with such love

Im missing how you held me
when you secertly touched my hand
the way you make me laugh

Im missing the way you tease me
how we talk to each other
when i call you handsome

Im missing seeing you talk to me
how your eyes shine in the light
hearing you tell me stories

What im really missing is you.

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