I miss his scent...
The rough of his hands on my silky skin.
His taste.
The taste of his lips and the feeling of them brushing my neck.
I miss holding his hands.
I miss the small things.
Calling every night to say good night.
I miss never saying Bye.
I miss the closeness.
Just something about him made me love him more.
His dorky smile.
The happy look when he got brownies.
The forehead kisses.
Being picked up and held.
I miss the little things.
I treasured every second with him I got.
And I'm glad he was mine.
But I miss him even more every day.
Even the distance can't compare to the love and pain I endure for him.
I just miss,
All the little things.
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Short Poems
PoetryWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
