A day doesn't go by when I don't miss your touch.
The feel of your hand holding mine.
The caress of your fingers on my skin.
The brushing of our lips.
No.
No day gone by at all.
And it's sad to say,
That all I have is sorrow on this day like any other.
The feeling of a hug,
On days that feel heavier than normal.
The feeling of closeness,
To fight off the thoughts of loneliness.
Sadly no.
Not a day goes by,
Unseen and unfelt.
From your loving embrace.
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