I miss so many things but most of all
The pure assumption that you'll be around
The thought that you are somewhere near to call
And if I look, somewhere you will be found
It doesn't matter where, so it is near
Accessible to me, and not so far;
It doesn't even have to be right here
So long as I don't have to take a car
Or Megabus, or plane, to get to you -
So long as normal effort can suffice
Then I am happier, and you are too,
For being close together is so nice
That we are better people when it's so
I miss that, and I thought you ought to know.
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