Missing

I miss your embrace

I miss your face

I miss the chase

I miss your grace

I miss your blue eyes for miles

I miss your smile

I miss you like a child

I have missed you for a while

I miss your lips

I miss your hips

I miss your fingertips

I miss the way your hair sits

I miss your voices

I miss your interesting choices

I miss your poise

I miss cherishing you like a Rolls-Royce

I miss making love from two until two

I miss talking to you

I miss all the things we would do

I miss us being true

I miss feeling complete

I miss your imagination because it is neat

I miss your feet

I miss helping each other stay far from defeat

I miss the idea of starting over

I miss scratching your back and shoulders

I miss my boulder

I miss sharing time as we grow older

I miss having dinner

I miss feeling like a winner

I miss the ones around who could tell we feel so much that they could yell “TIMBER”

I miss that winter

I wish this was a letter I could send

I wish something so good did not have to end

But I wish that we move forward and never play pretend

And I hope that our paths cross again.