Buffalo

I miss your ripped up Carharts And your layered, dark brown hair. But to say i dont miss everything else, Realy isnt fair. I miss your voice, your touch, afternoons on your couch. How we have the world to conquer, But we choose to just lounge. I miss seeing your face and staring into your eyes, The way talking, up so late, is how we spend our nights. If I could run all the way back to you, That's a race you can bet I wouldn't loose. A blink of your never ending lashes is how long it would take. I miss how close you hold me, When I'm having a bad day. Feeling your stubly face makes all seem better than okay. I miss your crude behavior And our icy, yet enjoyable walks. Dear, I especially miss your thick wool socks. I miss the joy you bring with your presence, the tips from your boss that you give as presents. Our rides in your "JEE", singing badly to 1980 So I can only hope you miss me too. Oh, by the way, I love you.