Do you reach out, expecting my hand to cover yours from across the table?
She pulls me through, when she feels like I am getting lost along the way.
Do you see me right beside you just before you close your eyes?
She kisses me goodnight and lets me wander into my dreams.
Does your heart still skip a thousand beat whenever you hear that song?
She holds me tight— shielding me from the cruelest night air.
Do you pause — for a second, a breath, to admire the leaves as they fall?
She walks with me aimlessly, until I get the perfect shot.
Do you still call out my name in a whisper — wondering if I ever loved you?
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