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I was lost and found in his kiss



When all was done I was the one he missed.



It's my touch he'll long for when the longing begins



I was his nothing and everything, his sweetest sin.



I was the call he made when the late night crept.



I was the reason for his smile while everyone slept.



I was his late night hang outs with the guys.



I was the reason for his half truths and lies.



I was his escape when he needed time to breathe.



She was the reason he could never leave.



She was lucky and unlucky all at the same time.



He's a good man but he's her good man, not mine.



Still, I had a part of him and with that I was content.



Although the time we had was limited, I valued the time



We spent.



At times he made love to me I could feel his soul.



In his kiss I felt the feelings his guard didn't allow him to show.



When he touched my hair and caressed my face,



I would look into his eyes and with my fingertips trace.



The outline of the mask he tries to wear.



The one that attempts to conceal that he really does care.



But I heard it in his voice, felt it in his touch, saw it in his eyes



Held onto it in his embrace,



And though today he's not with me in his heart my soul could never



Be replaced.