Only One Thing Is Coming Back, and It's Not You

I miss the way the sunlight kisses my skin,

and I miss the way you ran your hands

through my hair.

I miss the sweet taste of honey

and strawberries on my lips, and I miss the

feeling of your lips against mine.

I miss the smell of the afternoon rain and fresh

flowers, and I miss the lingering scent of you

in my bed.

I miss the feelings of summer on my body,

but most of all I miss you.