You

My first thought of the day
My last memory for the day
Its you, it’s you.

Ear to ear smiles and small glimpses.
Unseen touches and merry laughter.
Loud conversations and soft whispers.
Deep breaths and heartyful sighs.
Constant bickering and immediately making up.
It’s you, it’s you.
It always involves you.

What have I become?
What did you do to me?

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