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There are things I miss about you
in the mirror, and around the house. Parts of my face that you liked, and that you didn't. The part of the couch, that you always used to sit on, How you always liked to watch TV with the closed captioning on. Bits of food in the fridge, that you always liked. The stuffed animal that you got me, that wasn't the one I wanted. The monkey key chains that I got us, because you always liked monkeys, though I never did. The bedsheets that I bought, that were just for you. The way you used to love to run your hand or your cheek, across my trimmed beard- though you always hated it when we kissed. A bouquet of wooden roses that I bought from the carnival that we went to together. The way that your hand, felt in my hand,... or you felt, in my arms. This morning, I took one of the mugs that you always used to drink from, and I drank from it. |