I Miss Me
Dear Happiness,
I miss you. The real you.
I miss you like an old friend,
Or like the summer in December.
Sometimes I still feel you,
I still see you in a child's eyes.
I felt you when I was in love,
You were always by my side.
But I watched you disappear when he left.
I feel you flee when I am alone.
I miss you. I don't like pretending.
Please come back.
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