Book of poetry: 15 poems

pt.5

It's been 3 days since you last called.
I hate to say this but I miss your voice.
I miss the sound of you falling asleep,
on the phone next to me.
I miss us staying up late at night,
our rooms full of laughter.
I miss the way your lips kissed mine.
I miss the scent of your cologne,
left all over my clothes once you've gone.
I miss the late night Netflix shows.
I miss the 320 days, of us...

-zodiac.signs.infinity