I Miss Your Everything

Quite simply, I miss you. I miss your.... everything. 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.