I miss you There is just no other way to say it. And as others draw their hasty conclusions And think their wicked thoughts, I just breathe, and blink, and stare, And just, simply, miss you. I miss the way your long hair flowed How it felt resting upon my shoulder How the wavy red locks raised my soul Even before I knew I had one. I miss your Irish green eyes And how they’d raise the Sun from its nightly slumber The way they sparkled in the moonlight Teaching me that there could just be a place beyond the fear. I miss your sweet, angelic voice Telling me the secrets of my heart In words I could have not yet understood Defining things I wanted more than I would ever know. God, I miss you. And there is just no other way to say it. More days have passed since we last danced Than I ever thought I’d see. Yet I just blink, and sit, and stare some more And just, simply, miss you. I take this bath in open honesty, And tell the tale long hidden beneath my veil. I see you clearly as I always have, A part of me, a part of you, forever yet never lost. I hear the song forever sung, Written by a boy lost in helpless agony. I play the strings forever strung, And wander forever in the silence of haunting memory. So, I miss you. There seems so many ways to say it. In each footfall of my well-worn feet I can here it echo in the cavern of my soul. Yet I’ll just sit, and stare, and blink for a time, And just, simply, miss you.