without me needing to position her arms.
She used to idly twirl her fingers in my hair,
how I long for that seemingly meaningless touch.
She described a world around her that I had
stopped seeing a long time ago.
What I wouldn't give to argue with her over what
she was going to wear.
But, oh, would I have said "I love you" as often as I do now?
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