I realise I’m already there

I don’t want to love somebody

Only to have them leave

And to leave me

Missing their laughter at 4 a.m.

As I listen to their favourite songs because I can’t sleep,

Missing their eyes at 8 a.m.

As I stare down at my morning cup of tea the same brown as the two pools that used to stare back at me,

Missing their touch at 2 p.m.

As I pick up my pen to do paperwork but their fingers intertwined with mine more perfectly than my ballpoint,

Missing their scent at 9 p.m.

As I strip off my clothes and catch a whiff of my perfume that you used to say you liked,

Missing your love as long as I’m awake and dreaming of you whenever I’m not.

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