| 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.)