Why does every little thing reminds me of you?
The good morning messages of my admirers,
The eating reminders of my parents,
The smiling lips of boys I see in the streets,
The cold beer handed by my roommates,
The way a stranger grabs my waist on the dancefloor,
The laughter of co-leagues because of my jokes
The enticing eyes of toddlers I see in photos,
The jaw-dropping faces of men in magazines,
The compelling voices of my favorite singers,
The heartbreak songs I hear from the radio,
The aromatic perfume I smell from fragrance stores,
The gentle touch of my friends on my hands,
The warm hugs I get from my blanket and pillow,
The drowsy kisses I watch in romantic movies,
The heavy breathing that tickles my neck when dreaming,
And the sweet words I read from my favorite novels.
Why does everything that reminds me of you is not you anymore?
Why do I have to wish it is still you making me feel every little thing?
Not the memories, not the dreams, not the tears.
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