This is where I miss you most
When the sky is so beautiful I
Have to share its perfect color
This is when I miss you more
Where we might have walked
Together, sharing the night
I want to whisper with every
Breath how much I need you
To help me make the beauty
Real. This is when I miss you.
Never again will we walk like
That. Our bodies close, our
Hands holding tight, not alone
The perfect sky something to
Share. This is when I miss you
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Tamara, really 