I miss her kiss but not her lips
I don't miss her face but damn I wish I could make her smile.
Watch her eyes drop down with the intimidation that infatuation brings.
I don't miss her body but I miss the way she feels. My hands on her thigh when she's in the passenger side...slight protection...maybe just attention, just really can't go long without some affection.
Her height stands in mine, whenever I stand behind. Her body asks for comfort and this man obliges every time.
I don't miss talking to her but I miss her voice. The pause before she asks what I'm doing...hoping I'd say "nothing" or "coming to see you."
The way it gets low when she's thinking hard and doesn't want to yell over her thoughts.
The way she laughs...and it gets uncontrollably harder and goofy because she tries to keep it in.
I don't miss sleeping with her but I miss her falling asleep in my arms.
I don't miss seeing her but I miss staring into her eyes.
I don't miss "love yous" and I don't miss her "need yous."
I don't miss the way I feel when I'm with you...but I do miss flying.
