I miss the ear lobes between my teeth
nibbling ever so gently
I miss the music in my eager ears
From the tapes you had lent me

I miss you nose pressed close to mine
tickling ever so slightly
I miss the bed we made and destroyed
with our rustling, nightly

I miss your eyes staring into mine
they were glowing gold
I miss those Sundays we’d talk
about us growing old

I’ll miss it until the day that I pass
I won’t ever forget
a single second that we have spent
Since the day we met