The way I finished his sentences before he spoke

My kiss, the way we touched, the passion it evoked

Loving him completely,

Will he miss me someday when I'm gone

Putting flowers on my frame, remembering me so

Who I was as before, the memories

A goodnight kiss was always there
But has now disappeared__
Will he still miss me?

Late at night in bed asleep
When our feet

You will miss me.

You do not know it now

Wouldn't conceive it anyhow

You won't feel the moment I slip away

You will probably

Will he miss me
as he sits behind the bars
of the jail cell?
Will he miss me
as he finds more and more
to blame me for?
I am