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If I miss you it will be because I actually noticed you standing there in your old sweater;three times to large,and a hole in the left sleeve where you forgot about the nail sticking out;that we swore we would fix,but never did... If I smell you I suppose it would be that we were playing tennis,and the sweat ringing your neckline,caught a vagrant breeze,sending the odor of salt,and cinnamon my way... If I hear you then it must be the time when the President was speaking,and you called him names in such a vitriolic voice that it shocked the old lady visiting from next door;until you saw her,and apologized with such sincerity that I almost feared for your welfare!... If I see you I see Pepper running around,and around you;chasing the big,floppy hat that you're swatting her with;barking for sheer joy,and you laughing so hard that you finally fall down,holding your side,while Pepper merrily begins shredding her prize... If I touch you I hold you in my arms,wondering how I ever became the one you chose... If I taste you I drink in the sweet wildness that can be neither bought,nor bottled;but flows so freely from your lips... So?;Yes I miss you! There are no 'Ifs','Ands',or'Buts'about it!... |
