“Do you miss me
  Our constant thing
Do you miss the way I looked in your eyes
  The contact we made when others watched
Do you miss the way it felt
  The feeling of excitement every single time our silent steams met
  Both hot and cold caressing through out the night
Others felt this too
  It made them swim in happiness
Intoxicating them...wishing they had this constant thing
  Chemistry meant the world...that was it
Nothing felt better
  I don’t feel I have that now...not with anyone
Not one single person made me want it the way I do now
  Dancing on flames I felt a fire burning with you
If only I can get that feeling again
  You don’t miss me the way I do
This constant thing we had.
  It was rough, loving, amazing and hard as hell
We always seemed to push through
  There was a time where I felt a gentleness that I never would have thought
Mixed in the pleasures of life we soaked up the world
  Do you miss me
Our constant thing
  Do you miss me like I miss you
One thing is for sure
  Many people really do”