I MISS YOU

I miss you, a little more than I should

I miss us, or the idea of what could be

I miss it, that moment in the rain

I miss them, those pretty lips locked with mine

I miss it, the feeling of your hands on me

I miss you and you don’t know how much

I miss it, the sound of your shrieks when startled

I miss it, the feeling on your hair on my hands

I miss him, the guy who held me like he’d never let go

I miss him, the guy in whom I surrendered me

I miss them, those long conversations at night we forced to end

I miss you but you seem to be just fine