I miss her voice
Not from a phone, but right in front of me
Alto vibrato in my ear
I miss her face
I'm tired of looking at pictures
I like the subtle play of her skin
I miss her touch
Her soft sure grasp and exciting warm kiss
Someone who knows how I react
I miss my friend
She'll be on the 4AM train and I'll
Be waiting anxiously at home
For her return of me
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