I Miss You

I miss you. I miss the smell you had. I miss the way you'd stand beside me, or the way you'd lay. I miss your laughter, always light and airy - like you've never suffered or endured pain before. I miss your touch - how gentle but firm, soft but not. I miss your voice, deep and calming. I miss you. I miss holding you, laughing with you, talking to you. I miss you. Oh I miss you so much.