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.