I want you to know,
Oh, I wish you knew,

That I still miss that smile,
I still miss you.

I still miss your touch,
I really miss your kiss.

I miss your hands holding mine,
And that feeling of bliss.

I miss your laugh,
I miss your look,

I miss the drawings you did
In that old beat-up sketchbook.

I miss the Tuesdays,
I miss the Sundays,

I miss the good morning texts,
Except for on Mondays.

I miss the alley,
And the field below.

I even miss your annoying brother,
And your black lab, Shadow.

I miss you and,
I wish you were still here.

But what I miss the most is
When you still held me near.