Remembering a visit that ended too soon.
Listening to your stories
Watching your lips form smiles
Realizing how much I missed your laugh
Wishing we were alone so no one would interrupt
Hugging you too tightly
Resisting the urge to stroke your hair
Praying for time to stop
Feeling distraught as I walk out your front door and down your stairs
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