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What Do I Miss?

I miss the touch of another’s skin.

I miss the sound of another’s voice.

I miss the comfort of one by my side.

I miss the thrill of having an audience.

I miss the sound of laughter.

I miss the trail of tears on a cheek.

I miss the sight of a welcoming face.

I miss the sharing of a joke.

I miss hearing one.

I miss the smile of recognition.

I miss the frown of disagreement.

I miss the challenge of an adventure.

I miss reaching out.

I miss the warmth of comfort.

I miss the cry of pain.

I miss all there is that I have lost.

I miss all the things that are no longer.

I miss what was

And will never be again.

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