I hate to admit.
Darling, I miss you.
I hate to say it.
My love, where are you?

I know you’re long gone,
But do I cross your mind?
The way you cross mine?
Questions, never answered.

The way you left says a lot,
It says a lot about you.
I would’ve died for you.
That’s the type of love I give.

You were my all.
But I see now how much,
Just how much I was
For you to slip away.

Slip away so easily.

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