It's strange:
We don't talk anymore,
but I know you like no one else does.
I miss the feeling of leaning my head
in the crook of your neck,
your head laying on mine.

We never hang out anymore
but ****, we used to.
I miss seeing that I'm a little too short
for my arms to fit around your neck,
but you bend down just enough for me.

We haven't caught up in a while,
but I see you around enough
to know that miss you like hell.
I miss the feeling of your arms
around my waist,
your hands placed
gently above my hips.

I miss the feeling of my body
fitting perfectly in yours,
I miss laughing with you
about the most random things,
I miss actually knowing you,
talking with you,
I miss you.