My bed still smells of you, after so many nights in it, you and me.
I do not know if your perfume has been in my sheets or has stuck to me.
The nights are long, without you, nothing makes this quiet without you in my bed, close my eyes hoping when I wake up still be there, that you have not gone, but every time I open my back all the memories, everything that we spent together, not only in my bed if not in my city.
Each site which happened reminds me of you, what did that here and there otherwise.
My life, my routine reminds me to you, when I was with you there was no routine.
You're the one who makes my life be different every day, and as the days begin on the bed, which is why most will miss you in my bed ...
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