Though I don't write
Or call you
As often as I would like to
I spent time every day
Thinking about you
Sometimes it is
A memory of something we shared
Other times it is
An incident in my life
That I imagine myself
Telling you about
No matter what it is
In my mind
I write and call you every day
And I miss you
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