Missing

Aching for the your scent; vanilla after rain,
Searching for your warmth in an empty bed again
But I’m cold now
Clutching at pillows trying to pretend that it’s you – it isn’t though
Bathing alone feels strange now and it’s quiet too
To tell the truth
I just really miss you.

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