Your favorite tune is playing.
The words fly away into space.
And I want to hug you so much.
I remember dancing
With you in a big hall
Where there were a lot of people,
But it seemed
To us that we were alone.
I miss you so much.
To the point of pain,
To the point
Of a spasm in the throat.
I want to feel your shoulders
So much when we waltz.
Sometimes I dance
With your picture.
Sometimes I take
Your military jacket
Out of the closet.
I miss you so much, you ,
When you were good...
I miss you so much
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