LC (11/25/1962 / Chicago, Illinois)


When will it hurt?
Will it be when she leaves?
Will her scent be missed?
Will her laugh be silent?
Looking around and things remind you of her.
Missing her warm touch.
Her lips so tight around yours.
The way she looked at you when you were acting silly.
Wow! ! It hurts that you have to think that it can happen.
Why not let her know that you love her the way she is, so you never have to feel such hurt.

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