l’épave (the wreckage)

wreckage

I miss the sound of your laughter, your voice, your support
And in the oddest times I miss our battles
The way that you talked sports to me
And allowed me to be who I am
Whether that included being
Curled up on the couch with a book
Or all dressed up after a night out
I could lie to myself and try to convince you that
I don’t miss you at all but
We said that we would always tell each other
The truth so
I’ll be brutally honest even though you’ll never
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