February 1, 2011
First smile
First touch
First kiss
First shiver
One look
One finger
Your lips
Your feel
I miss
Your laugh
Your gentleness
Your smell
Your look
When you left
I cried
We still talk
Not the same
Come back
You promised
Never to leave
Never to fade
But you are farther away
Too far to see
What you and me could be.

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