I‘d say I miss him,
but he’s never around to miss.
I’d say I’d kiss him,
but he’s never around to kiss.
I’d say I love him,
But he’s never there to be loved.
Not,
Available to kiss,
Nor,
Willing to be missed.
Or,
Open to be loved.
I’d love to miss his kisses,
But they aren’t mine,
To miss.
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