You know, I miss you. (I do.) |
I spend my nights all huddled up, |
remembering the days when we could talk. |
Back when it was just you and I |
together 'neath that big black sky, |
where I'd seen more stars than I'd ever seen |
and we had all the stars that we could ever need. |
We'd made a home there, just you and I, |
huddled beneath the big black night. |
Our own place of warmth hidden amongst the grass, |
nuzzled neck to neck, held in each others' arms. |
And when the morning came and it was time to part, |
we both woke as we'd slept: with our lips locked. |
(Thinking of her while lying around snuggled up at night, remembering when we talked every night a few years ago... *sigh*. I miss her, I love her.)