I miss you the most
In the wee hours of the morning
Before the first light kisses the sky
And the moon still watches us over.
I miss you the most
In the gentle laps of the ocean waves
Its sweeping caress of the sandy shores
In the dampening breeze of the salty sprays.
I miss you the most
In the stillness of the night
When shadows whisper in the quiet eve
And dreamless sleep is but an elusive prize.
I  miss you the most
Every second, every minute, every hour, every day.
When the dawn wind rises
And the stars alight in the darkening grey.

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