I miss him
And the way he made me feel.
The way he smiled when he looked at me,
Or laughed when I laughed too.
I miss him
And the feelings that he gave me.
I miss him
And the way he talked to me.
The way he said good morning every morning,
Or told me simply things about his day.
I miss him
And the feeling that he gave me.
I miss him
And the way he used to touch me.
The way he made my skin so warm,
Or held me when I needed comfort most.
I miss him
And the feelings that he gave me.
I miss him
And all the things we used to do.
I miss the feelings I had with him and even apart.
But now that he is gone, and we are not together,
I feel myself missing him
More than ever.
~a.k.
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PoesieA collection of my thoughts expressed through the art of words. © Alyssa Koepke ____________________ To see my first book of poetry, check out Polaroid Poems.
