I miss the ten pm drives...
The eleven pm dinners
The one am up doing nothing...

I miss the cold nights
The one million blankets
The music in the background...

I miss the open cabinets
The makeshift chairs
The smell of coffee in the morning...

I miss the sounds of the street
The scent of your skin
The one million kisses...

I miss the laughter in me
The silly butterflies
When I forgot the world existed
As I was held tight in your arms...

I just miss...
Then I remember
those days are over...
So I must store those memories
Deep inside my brain
Where my memory can only reach
When I'm deep inside my dreams...