I miss you

Reminiscing and laughing free.
Just you and me and memory.
And doing nothing all day long.
And that romantic Elvis song.
And stand up shows, and sit down eats.
And waltzing to imagined beats.
And chopping, stirring, “Is this done?”
And stairwells with the setting sun.
And fort, and dome, and palace ground.
And broken rules, and temples found.
And things we planned, but never did.
And naked parts we’d always hid.
But now you’re far. I can’t do much
Except to feel, caress, and touch
The love and warmth and care you took
To press this rose inside my book.

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