Gone

I miss the way she used to cure my insomnia by making me
glad I was awake. I miss the way she used to smile,
because she was looking at me. I miss the way she had to
look away but couldn't. I miss the way her eyes told me
everything she was thinking. I miss the way she would
brush past me. I miss the way she listened. I miss the
way she talked. I miss the way she made me laugh. I miss
the way she made me smile. I miss the way she made me
cry. I miss the way she touched my soul. I missed the way
she made me forget to breathe. I miss the way she made me
freeze. I mis the way she made me.

J