How I miss our conversation,
about this and that.
Humouress interaction,
amusing chit or chat.
Sometimes a serious note,
some casual sly remark,
a barbed and sharp arrow,
sent piercing to my heart.
But more I miss your smile,
it seems so long ago.
Your words would pick me up,
when I was feeling low.
It's lonely sitting here tonight,
though everyone is near.
And while I know we did what's right,
yet still I miss you here.
20/2/2011
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