Roses are red
Violets are blue
I really dearly miss you
The throaty laughter
And crooked smile
Though it is not like
I haven't seen it in a while
For your picture sits on my desk
In a wrinkled, ripping, tangled mess
Its edges are curled and colors are fading
You unaware of the feelings it's making
In that picture on that deck of mine
We sit on a bench with hands intertwined
My head is thrown back looking at the sky
Distracted by a small butterfly
Little did I know that you just sat and stare
And that I'd soon wish we were still there
I haven't seen your face in a while
God I just really miss that smile