It's You I Miss - Poem by Ronald Strickland
I sit here in silence with just
the normal noise in the background.
texting messages of love, with a vision of you.
Thinking about when you were here.
It's raining outside, and i convinced
myself that the tear drops on my cheeks was from
the rain drops that found their way in
as i was having loving thought's, of
And the thoughts of you,
was so compassionate, I miss you, and I
truly wish you were here
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