When you’re gone, why can I feel,
Your presence close, your smell so real?
The changing guard, it rips my heart
Tears aorta, valves, whole worlds apart.

A missing piece, the touch we share,
The joyful laugh, your character bare.
When you’re gone it takes so much,
To not get lost, not fall apart.

I dream of you, photos remind
Of silly games, of wondrous times.
Lean on me, check your heart,
Two minds at play, both miles apart.

Your cheeky grin, braces my place,
In this world, in warming grace.
“I’ll see you soon”, adventures start
Till that time, have fun apart.

MT

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