I miss her eyes
Which I could use a million words
And never describe
I miss her voice
Like every single word is a note
In my favorite song
I miss her hands
Delicate and lithe and reaching
And holding strong
I miss her hair
Golden woven strands of silk
Sweet like honey milk
I miss her coldness
Like I could hold her in my arms
And feel her melt
I miss her warmth
Like her heart pumps a boiling blood
Fueled by passion
I miss her body
More to explore than outer space
A place I made my home

I miss her everything

I miss her highs
I miss her lows
I miss her car
And the way she drove
I miss her shoes
And the way she walks
I miss her dreams
I miss our goals


But most of all
I miss her laugh
Almost like since she left
Nothing is funny