Four years.
Without your laugh.
Without your smile.
Without your orneriness.
Four years.
Wishing you were here.
Wishing you could see.
Wishing you could hold.
Four years.
Of time passing.
Of changes happening.
Of life moving on.
Four years.
Of missing you.

The simplicity and honesty of your words evoke a deep sense of longing and nostalgia. 🙂
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