Touch Is The Strongest Memory

Original Poetry

When I’m missing him the most
I don’t miss his words
Or our conversations.
I don’t miss his smell
Or how comfy his jumper is.
Touch is the strongest memory.
I miss every part of him
And every part of me that’s his.

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