When I'm missing you,
I'll see you running towards me in the rain,
Sneaking in the back door just to see my face,
I'll hear you singing your heart out at church,
Your joyful smile turning to me,
I'll feel your weight evenly distributed
And the mole on your back under your tee,
I'll taste your morning kisses
When you came up the ladder to wake me,
I'll smell your thick and dark hair
As I kissed your head resting on my chest.
When I'm missing you,
You'll still be with me.