I miss your face
Don't get me started about your smile.
I miss your hands
I haven't held them in a while.
I miss your lips
I'm not going to lie.
I miss your voice
Even if you'll call to say 'Hi'.
I miss your arms
And how you'd wrap them around me.
I miss your scent
It's synonymous to home and safety.
I miss your warmth,
most of all, most of all.
And I'd still miss you
Even if you'll call.
I know it's idiotic for me to miss your existence
When you call me with consistence,
But baby, it's not the time;
It's the distance.