[b][/b]I miss the ring finger I hold
on too, when walking
throught lonely path.

I miss the legs I clench
on to, when the nightcrawlers
make their hideous sound.

I miss the back that
carries me around when
my health goes on a trip.

I miss questions she
ask at night
Of which answers are not new

I miss the tiny cane
who is comes round
when troubles becomes a friend

I miss the eyes
that watch my eyes
sleep when darkness.........

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