The Missing You

I miss your voice on the telephone telling me "hello"

And I miss the kiss with your fingertips that you planted on my nose

I miss all the pleasures, and all the leisures, and falling asleep sound

But most of all, I miss having you around

I miss your eyes sparkling so bright when I'd say "I love you"

And I miss the waver in your speech when you'd say you love me, too

I miss all the times when all the rhymes seemed to be heartbound

But most of all, I miss having you around

Oh, how sad am I

Getting used to this