Ten years ago,
we sat in your grandmothers lounge
and watched your favourite tv shows.
It should be you this year.
It should be you dressing up wit me
and it should be you keeping a watchful eye on me.
But instead,
it's her that's going to take my hand next week.
And although i adore every hair on her head,
i miss you so fucking much.
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