Sometimes I walk for hours contemplating life and thinking about all the time we spent together, the euphoria and the crashes; the joy and the heartbreak; falling in loving and then out. What’s done is done. The past can’t be changed… but I miss you like crazy. L.M.

I count the hours,
I count the days.
How much I miss you,
I count the ways.

I miss your voice,
I miss your touch.
And I miss the face,
That I love so much.

How to describe it,
There is no way.
I walk around,
In a permanent daze.

I long to feel,
Your warm embrace.
And to see a smile,
Upon your face.

From the poem “I Miss You” Author Unknown