The Real Loss

A black and white photograph of a man sitting on the edge of his bed, with his head in his hands, and sobbing.

A rub of the back, a goodnight kiss,

These are the things that I really miss.

A tender moment, a blissful caress,

The smell of perfume on your favourite dress.

These things that seem so small

Will make a grown man on his knees to fall.

I reminisce and cry so much,

Just craving, one more, loving touch.

But life goes on, and I must live,

More to this world I have to give.

So please don’t worry, I loved you with all of my heart

And our memories live on, right from the start

But you know me well, so you will see

That I have to continue just being me.


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