What They Miss
She misses they way he leant down,
For a feel of her soft lips upon his,
She lies awake because of him,
He his the king, and she is the crown.
He misses how she was the key to his lock,
How she slept so soundly in his grip,
She was not just a ditsy cheerleader,
Fawning over her favourite jock.
She misses how they used to whisper into the night,
How he told her she beautiful in every way,
How he made even the dullest star,
Make the sun look jealous with it's light.
He misses how her hands slid perfectly into his,
He doesn't hate the silence,
He just hates how it reminds him she's gone,
Every night he tosses, wondering where she is,
She misses every time they laughed on the porch,
'Cause now it's filled with bitter sweet memories,
That leave a horrid taste in her mouth,
That make her stomach scorch.
He misses her hazel eyes grow bright
With laughter every second,
How they would glow with joy everyday,
It was a truly magnificent sight.
She misses how every won match
Would be rewarded by a well done kiss,
And how he would be grateful to the Seeker,
On how he got the catch
He misses her freckled nose,
That would scrunch up with laughter,
Every time he pricked his finger,
On a thorny rose
She misses his hypercritic oaths,
"I'll never waste another second,
Without you in my arms,"
The next day, he's packing his clothes
He misses her smart comments,
How she made others laugh,
Both in noise and in soul,
Till their heart's content
She misses his silly love songs,
He used to serenade to her,
On a broom in the night,
How he hugged her with arms so strong.
He misses how she pulled his heart strings,
With that angelic voice,
With the sweetest of tones,
She is the angel to his wings.
She misses his never ending rambles,
On how he won fifty galleons,
At a betting pool by the pitch,
Oh, she misses all those gambles.
He misses the vanilla scent,
That followed her around like a puppy lost,
That would come with her always,
Wherever she went.
She misses the gifts he gave her,
From emerald necklaces,
To diamond rings,
It was always what she'd prefer.
He misses her gentle touch,
Like velvet to his rough skin,
Except it would never fray,
Until a day of such.
She misses the playful look in his eyes,
How everyone in the room would beam,
And everyone would frown,
As the look in his eye dies
He misses feeling as stroked her face,
How her eyelids fluttered in pleasure,
How butterflies were replaced by victorious bliss,
How her silky hair in his hands felt like lace
She misses how his hand got lost in her hair.
He misses her sugary smile.
She misses his forest green eyes.
He misses her skin so fair.
While their world is blue,
They forever miss each other,
They no longer have the other under their wing
The happy memories come, one after another,
But they both know one thing:
"I'll never forget you."
