It’s The Little Things

I miss being held by you
I miss seeing you in the morning
I miss your soul and mind
I miss your eyes looking at me with adoration

I miss stealing glances at you
I miss you saying my name
I miss calling you by your pet names
I miss my head against your heart

I miss feeling small in your hands
I miss your presence around me
I miss your laugh and sneeze
I miss having a cup of tea with you

I miss your hands on me
I miss your grip around my neck
I miss you undressing me
I miss how you breathe

I miss you making me breathless
I miss embracing you when you’re not okay
I miss sitting on your lap and kissing you
I miss you being mine

This long distance is killing me
Driving me closer to the edge of insanity
I miss you, my love
Come home, will you