5am – twenty-one – no title

I miss the sounds of him
the tuning of his soul
the softness of his voice
as he leaves for the show
the gentle way he would
draw me into him
as he would leave each
time he would have to go…
I miss laying my head on
his chest and placing my
hand there too – to feel
his heartbeat – I miss him so

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