You don't say "bless you" when I sneeze anymore.
Or look at me with tender eyes. Which I could have sworn were open the last time that I kissed you.
You're voice is not soft. Now when I hold you the world moves slower instead of freezing solid.
Less glances in my direction and understanding in your heart. Your phone has become my worst enemy.
Doubt rolls from your tongue like money rolls into a rich man's pocket.
Where are you? Will you come back? Will you stay with me?
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