I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought of you everyday.
I hear your voice while I'm at work.
I see your smile on the faces of the new women I now make laugh.
Searching for bits and pieces of you,
Of who you used to be,
has become my only hobby.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought of you everyday.
I hear your voice while I'm at work.
I see your smile on the faces of the new women I now make laugh.
Searching for bits and pieces of you,
Of who you used to be,
has become my only hobby.
This is the first thing I've written in 5 years. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
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