EVERYTHING.

The sheets and the pillows
The air through my windows
The smell of my coffee
The mark it leaves on my table
The sound of my guitar
And the verses I write
My pencil and paper
And whatever’s in sight
These are things that just might,
For you, not mean a thing or two
But they are everything
And for a reason I don’t know,

They all remind me of you.

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