Ian Copestick

Day By Day

Day by day
I'm forgetting
more, and more
about you.

How you smelled,
how your lips felt.

I hate it,
but I can't stop
it happening.

Next I'll forget
your voice.

I hate it,
but I can't stop
it happening.

Day by day
you disappear
more and more.

I hate it,
but I can't stop
it happening.

God !
How I miss you ! 

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