Waking up has become a chore.
Damn! I even miss your snore.
The stale smell of your morning breath,
Iâd kiss you even with it.
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As the first alarm of the day rings,
Stretching, my arms search for you,
Only to realize an empty bed,
Followed by an icy chill in my chest.
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And when I open my eyes,
I donât see your face.
Hurriedly I hit you with a âHeyâ
Only to miss you even more.
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I miss your calming citrus smell,
And warmth of your embrace even more.
I miss our morning kisses,
And the blissful silence that followed.
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Stupid rash decision we made.
This distance is killing me!
Each text we exchange rips me apart,
Makes me realize, you’re not next to me.
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