I Miss

I Miss

I miss the calls I used to make

I miss the showers we used to take

I miss the kisses we used to give

I miss the feeling of relief

When I saw you at the doorstep

I miss the mornings waking up by your side

I miss the obsession when we had a “ride”

I miss the moments when you talked and talked

I miss the times when we walked

            Along Prague’s streets and squares

I miss dinners we prepared

I miss the ideas we shared

I miss arguing and disagreements we had

But I don’t miss the anger when all turned sad

            And I could not tell and ask for Your help

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