I'm snuggled into bed,
Pillow contacting my head,
Just gazing into the,
Little specks of illumination,
In the night sky,
Wondering whether you,
Are missing me as much,
As I am missing you.
The way I held you in,
My arms,
The way we held hands,
Oh how I miss your,
Smile.

This bed is a barren wasteland,
A desolately isolated booth,
Where things come to rot,
Because without you by my side,
I might as well be dead.

Who would have known,
That half an hour,
Is truly a torturous,
Distance

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