I miss it.
The way it felt
Dancing in your arms,
The way my hand fit in yours.
I miss that night,
When I had the courage
To ask you to dance,
That night
When my dreams came true.
I miss the way you laugh,
The sound falling from your lips
As easy as breathing.
I miss the way you held me,
It was protective
And yet it was freeing.
I miss the feeling you gave me,
I felt like I belonged with you,
That I didn't need to go anywhere else.
I miss so many things
From that night.
My first Prom.
But what I miss most,
Is you.
