I Miss Him

The way he looks at me When I’ve made him angry It’s fury but I find it sweet I poke the bear denying peace The toilet seat is down He is not amber around Guess what I have a frown Don’t want to poke bear now I miss his eyes I miss his lies I miss his jokes And claiming broke When he stingy Still loves plenty Miss his face All in my space I miss his touch I miss his love I miss his voice He fills the void When I see him again Will place my heart in his hand