I miss your lips so much
I'm actually about to cry.
I miss your warm hugs
and melting in yours arms.
I miss your skin on mine
and your body laid on the bed.
I miss those sheets
and cuddling after sex.
I miss your speeches of glory
and love and kindness and passion.
I miss your - our - cat
running across your bedroom.
I miss...
I miss...
I miss you, mackerel.
And I hate myself for this.