I Miss You, Darling
I miss you most when night grows still,
When everything is quiet and slow;
My thoughts somehow return to you,
No matter where my mind may go.
I miss your laugh, the way you smile,
The little things you used to do;
It's strange how ordinary days
Can feel so different without you.
The days go on, the hours pass,
But somehow you're still on my mind;
I catch myself expecting you,
Then remember you're not by my side.
If I could have you here tonight,
I wouldn't need a thing to say;
I'd simply sit beside you close
And let the silence speak away.
Until we're together once again,
I'll carry you through every day;
I miss you, darling—more than words
Could ever truly find a way.
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