Missing You

I miss taking a walk with you while casually glancing at the clouds,

Holding your hand in mine, never minding the frowns.

I miss how you would kiss my forehead randomly, whenever I had gloomy days;

How you’d hold me close during a nap, so I could feel secure that you’d never go away.

I’m miss how all of me would smell like you, how comforting it would be to cling to something tangible

As evidence that all your loving, your existence, is all really real.

I miss catching you smile so big and bright, that genuine happiness emitting,

Even for a second, I try to imprint in my mind the image to not fade, of your light shining.

I miss the sound of your voice, reverberating in my ears,

The sound so musical in your tone making my soul feel bare.

I miss your energy, your vibrations, how in a moment you can disarm me;

How your patience and all that you endured for me, taught you how to calm me.

I miss you being my peace, and how you lived out to be my hero;

How you taught me what love really was, and encouraged me to open the door

To learn how to love myself and see my own value and worth;

I miss how you believed in me so much that I started to believe in myself.

I miss when you’d listen to me, and when you would trust me with your heart,

I mourn for how long it’s been, since that passion expired, and I was the one left with a broken heart.

I mourn because I envision my future with the greatest versions of ourselves

Still striving and encouraging each other to get better, better together, only needing each other for help.

I miss you being my best friend, in every capacity a best friend should be,

I miss being your everything, and I wish I could have been naturally everything you want and need.

©AyalaRain