I’ll miss the way,
You used to vacum.
I’ll miss the way,
You complained about the back room.

I’ll miss the smell,
Of your perfume.
I’ll miss how you,
Danced around a room.

I’ll miss your hopes,
I’ll miss your dreams.
I’ll miss your joy,
(Strange as it seems.)

But most of all,
I’ll miss what you knew.
Cause never has there ever been,
Someone just like you.