richelle maganda

I miss your smell
And your style
And your pure abiding way
Miss your approach to life
And your body in my bed.
Miss your take on anything
And the music you would play
Miss cracking up and wrestling
Our debriefs at end of day.
I miss your neck
And your gait
And your sharing
What you think
Miss you walking
Through the front door
Documentaries only in our HEARTS...
Miss travelling,
Our travelling
And your fun
And charming friends
Miss our "YOU KNOW WHERE" getaways
And to watch you love my moves...

These are the things that I miss
These are not times
For the weak of heart
These are the days
Of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would have
To lay down my TORCH
For YOU like this.

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