Cold Nights

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I still think of you on cold nights
Though I will deny it if someone asks
Because your voice seems to soothe me
When I am in ruts
Even if it's in my head.
Because you, only you, were the one for me.
Was I for you?
Of course not.
But I didn't care when your hand touched mine.
I miss the way you'd hold me when I cry
I miss how you'd stroke my hair
I miss how you were always concerned
You cared
You really did.
I miss that.
For that is not you anymore.

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