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Oct 2019
Yes, I kissed you.
Although, it was your picture.
Because you are not here.

I held you.
Although, it was your picture in a picture frame.
Because you are not here.

I wrote you a letter.
Even ventured out and mailed it.
Because you are not here.

I phone you.
But you didn't answer.
So I keep you in my prayers.

Suddenly there's a knock upon the door.
I open it and smiled.
Because you are here.

It's nice to be in the company you love.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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