Honey

I miss you when you're next to me

I miss you when you look at me

I miss the way you'd never end your sentences about how much you love me

I miss you when you come home

I miss you when we're alone

I miss the way you'd stop and stare and tell me that I'm a work of art

I feel your body next to me

But I miss you even when you're here

I even miss the way we'd fight

At least it felt like you cared about me too