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You were here, I still can feel your warm presence Pictures of you, things that you gave, things that you touched They lack one thing and it is you. You were here, the rose that you praised still stands morosely in a vase I rummage the cupboard and find your favorites Coffee, sugar, odds and ends The whistling kettle screams your name The one who love hot, really hot coffee How I miss stirring the cup and present it to you How I miss your simple words You were here but it's not enough I want us together again When we're together even breathing can be fun. 28-07-1999 |
