By my side, and the sound,
Of you slippers, whenever
You lie your steps one by one.
And I miss the accidental touch
Of your hand into mine
While walking. And I miss
The talks which we do all the way,
And I miss the inhaling and exhaling
Of your breath when
You try to walk faster than me,
And I miss your fake angry face
When I catch you without any efforts.
And I miss you by my side,
When I walk the road now,
Now that I am alone.
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