I miss your hands.
I miss the way
they would clasp mine.
I miss your smile.
I miss the things
that you would curl your lips for.
I miss your talk.
I miss how it sounded
when you spoke of real things.
I miss your hair.
I miss looking at it,
like when the light turned it shiny.
I miss your walk.
I miss how you would run,
too, when something excited you.
I miss you.
I miss every little
curve and every dirty thought I had.