Missing what cannot be missed....

I rest my head in my, shaking hands.
I wish to be there, by your side.
The people are gone, the voices have stopped.
Everybody's sleeping, but I am not.
Where did you go?
My sweet little smile?
I miss you when I sleep.
Hell! I even miss you when I don't!
Although I shouldn't....won't....


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