I miss your chestnut hair and your hazel eyes,
I miss your scraggly beard and your idealistic speeches,
I miss falling asleep with my head resting on your chest,
As your breathe out a sigh onto my neck.
I miss the kiss of your dry and chapped lips,
I miss falling into your arms gracelessly,
I miss your child-like playfulness, laughter,
I can’t watch anything on TV sans toi.
I miss running through the streets,
I miss your fingers through my hair,
I miss holding your hand,
Things I never thought about.
I miss being without love,
Not knowing romance or sorrow.
Yet, I’d never wish you away,
But if I never met you
I’d have not known.