for the days to come
Staring at my phone
for a message or call.
Floating ahead my eyes
the face I long to see
The laughter I miss
the moments relished.
Feels like just tomorrow
But is taking ages to arrive
I wish to fight
I long to laugh and cry
But none of this is same
Unless you are next to me.
Missing someone isn't about how long it has been since you have seen them or the amount of time since you've talked. It is about the very moment when you find yourself doing something and wishing they were right there by your side.
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