Quite simply, I miss you.
I miss your....
I miss your 'almost-smile', I miss the warmth that it would bring.
I miss the way you laugh and I miss the way you sing.
I miss the way you look at me, like there was only me.
I miss the nervous way you'd try to hide your nervous smile.
I miss the way you held me, like you're never letting go...
I miss you everyday and every minute of my hour.
And pride is wilting, fading, like the petals of a flower.
All I want to do now is forget the hurt that passed.
I want to stow away the petty words that I said last.
And I'll take your everything, I'll take your stupid and your smart.
I'll take your ugly and your pretty, old-junk you're hawking on your cart.
I'll say that "I forgive you" half a million tired times.
I'll say "I'm sorry", pleading, for my coronary crimes.
I know that all I want is to be close to where 'thou art'.
I miss you oh so, oh so much the second that we part.
I say these things en lieu of what the simplest words relay:
Cos simply, yes, I miss you.
And how, how, I miss your everything.