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Aug 2012
I miss you from my toes
painted bright red
red that reminds me of you
since you always looked better than I did in red

I miss you from my knees
the ones we'd compare
and all the bumps and bruises
from playing each other in basketball

I miss you from my waist
the waist you insisted was smaller than yours
at least you had hips
and attracted all the boys

I miss you from my stomach
and the bellybuttons we promised we'd pierce
together once we left home

I miss you from my shoulders
and feeling your arms rest on them as we'd hug
the weight on my shoulders more than that
as I miss you too much

I miss you from my head
and all the memories
As everything I look at
reminds me more of you

I miss you from everything
and just want you here
Sometimes a soul mate isn't a lover or spouse, but a best friend. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder, but honestly, it really *****.
Danika
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