Even now, I wonder where you are tonite.
I don't have a great problem being ill nor shorter life is expectancy.
It's not being unfit,able to run, needing tablet's, Even the pain bearable.
But missing out on seeing more of you.
Gonna miss the music, wondering have l snogged enough, held hands as often as should. Starred into another eyes.
Snuggles on the couch. Cooking someone's favourite meal.
Walking by a lake on Boxing day, stopping to sup on mug of hot Bovril.
Laughing as sit on promenade bench to try get sand out from toes.
Listening again to Diane Ross singing...."ooohh You are everything
And everything is You"...
Long conversation looking acros to you as try to explain . . . well anything.
Even now, wonder where you are tonite.
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