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I miss
the messy bed
that orange juice
and the open magazines

In the mirror
I no longer find your gaze
there are no kisses in the shower
no hairs, nothing

Between us
a wall of plexiglass
doesn't let us smell each other
or touch each other

And at night
everything is changing positions
I find cobwebs
in the seams
... I miss you the same, the same,
that I used to miss you more..

If you don't realize
what is worth
the world is nonsense
if you keep letting
what you wanted the most
escape

I miss
the crunch of your toast
feeling in the hallway
your cat scratching

On my shirt
I carry your scent
and the red from your lips
on my neck