its 1am and i miss you
laying in bed in the dark
thinking of your guarded soul

its 9am and i miss you
talking, smiling, laughing
on the inside feeling lonely

its 4pm and i miss you
feet crunching withered leaves
reflections of my now-empty emotion

your curls winding around my hands
your breath warm against my neck
your exalting passion as you talk
these are what i miss the worst