I miss you so much
that it hurts to touch

my bones, my heart.
I'm an unfinished piece of art

and you, you're the colour that's missing.
God I miss the times we were kissing

under the starry sky on a moonlit night,
when you said that you love me, and it felt right

to be there by your side, that place that time.
And here and now, I can just make words rhyme

about what we were, what we could be
if you were here with me, and I think you should be.