I still remember the first time you sang,
How I laughed at your penny collection.
When the nicknames were made up,
How deep we were in love...
Never been on the roof so many times..
just to watch the stars..
as I dream of you inside.
Songs you seem to love,
unknowningly, I listen night after night.
On repeat in my head,
humming to the tune,
There I go, missing you again..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Me too