I miss you when you’re not here.
It’s all so quiet without you near.
I miss how we talk, how we get on.
Making you coffee, having a sing song.
Our little regards, our little lovers tiffs.
My forgetfulness, our lovers bliss.
You make me who I am, me to you too.
Our explosive couple, just us two.
At the end of the day you know how I feel.
I love you babe and always will.
Taken from my latest poetry book: Searching for you by Philip Lister
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