Missing You

I miss the arms you hold me with,
The lips that lay that tender kiss,
The hands that pull me close, near,
The words that erase my fear,
I miss you, the cheeky wink and grin,
I miss stroking that unshaven chin,
And surprising you in the dark,
Then talking about matters of the heart,
I miss the way you understand,
The way, when I cry, you hold my hand,
I miss the deep blue-grey of your eyes,
I even miss my foolish trust that your lips don't lie,
I miss the smile that creeps across my face,
And tickling that little, hidden place...

Becoming us - I won't undo,
Because I miss you,
That's just true.