I miss you more during spring time
Perhaps it's the demise i miss more than anything
It was the flowers blooming while our time died
And it's why i still only see you bright
In color
Violet skies accompanied by your black locks
Red sunrises escorting your velvet skin away from the horizon
Blue skies guiding you home
I miss you more during night time
When i would hear your voice muffled by your own laugh
How my words covered you like blankets; keeping you safe
I am today the same age you were when we met
And i miss you now, more than ever
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