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Perfect? not quite,

we could be together this Friday night,

thinking of us has always been how i spend my day,

wondering daily how i ever let you slip away.

Different day, but nothing has changed,

so many nights where nothing felt the same,

only constant was your voice, your face,

and nights spent wishing our future wasn't erased.

I felt (feel) replaced, no trace of you here,

felt like a waste without you here,

what to do here, always tired,

dreading sleep cause dreaming of you is hardwired

into my mind. You made my nights darker and brighter,

you'll live forever in the heart of a writer,

my love for you is a mountain, lets not chip away,

and let what is hidden in its core slip away.