You were with me every day,
Hugging my good looks and
Caressing my rugged face.
You kept me warm.
A regal figure,
Like Abraham Lincoln or
Henrik Zetterberg.
You made me feel accomplished.
Always together,
Nobody could separate us.
You complemented my smile.
You grew on me.
I had to cut you off.
We had been so close,
The shave was closer.
Without you, I feel naked.
I look younger.
I feel colder.
You’ll come back to me,
To fill in the gaps in my life.
I know this,
It’s almost playoff season.
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