I miss your voice
Telling me everything I'm capable of

I miss your laugh and smile
Calling mine to join yours

I miss your hands
Grabbing mines to help me get up

I miss your arms
Where I could always find comfort

I miss looking into your eyes
And see the world like you did

I miss your jokes
Probably as bad as mines yet so funny

I miss your tips and tricks
That I'm still using to this day

I miss your strengh
Impressing me everytime

I miss you
When I get home every day
And you're not there to greet me anymore

© Ytha