I miss the cool air
that would radiate from your skin
and the crisp smell of autumn
that would waft from your jeans
when you'd climb into bed
fully clothed at 3 in the morning
I miss your cigarette breath
gently whispering "hi"
to me in my state of half sleep
and the way you'd always
leave the room at the exact
moments when I wanted
to hold you the very most
so that every second
you were out of reach
I was aching