I miss the little things:
brushing our feet together while we lay in bed
and sitting next to you playing with the radio
and finding a song we can sing along to without
feeling as if the conversation's stopping

I miss waking up looking messy and
having you hold me from behind,
looking in the mirror and thinking
i'm beautiful
and me smirking and calling you crazy
but feeling complimented anyway
and then getting ready together

I miss walking through the cemetary
so peaceful and pretty in the shade
strolling around twice before realizing
that's what we'd been doing
and then going for a third time
finding unusual names on stones
and hearing stories of you and your friends

I miss escaping your friends and taking the car
to High School Hill and staring at the town below
it's not impressive 'til you look up and see both
celestial spheres out for the twilight

I miss brownie batter and flirting with you
you licking it off but me still not kissing you
until accidentally that one time
(it didn't count)
and also unintentionally speaking my mind
and telling you I loved you in a car
I tried to reword it but you knew better and
smiled bigger in your heart than you did on your face

I miss you telling me not to go on my tip toes
to kiss you, that you'll come down to meet me
but i do it anyway
what can i say? your kisses lift me up

i miss falling asleep watching movies
that i'm supposed to be seeing with you
we don't even hear our favorite lines
as we lay there, me drifting away, you
watching with a tender smile as you look down

I miss being fascinated by our dark lashes
and how they frame such lovely eyes
that would partially close and gaze at me
i knew you were happy and i found it so amazing
we didn't have to say how much love was built up behind
those pools of blues since we both knew the smallest thing
would cause them to overflow

I miss quick kisses on the battlefield
though that one time we were killed
but we died together and were brought back
with each other too
simultaneously foes and more-than-friends,
depending who was left

i miss staying up and showing you videos
that i found amusing or that had great music
cheering on a happy-go-lucky milk carton
that never let anything get him down

I miss photos of olives in jars
and bright red shoes

I miss the feel of your soft hair
and stroking it away from your face
then moving to it, the subtle curves
being traced by my fingers
and slowly leaning in for a kiss

i miss improv in the basement
and feeling important to people
(Having our first real kiss
as a storm passes overhead)

I miss laying on the couch
everyone crowded around a slow
computer screen
watching comediens and laughing together

I miss telling your dog no and sit
and being obeyed with hardly a forceful word
while you and your friends stare in wonder
and me just looking puzzled at what i did

I miss the sight of your shirtless body
inticing as a lion's unknowing prey
and taking you down in one swift move
taking you to your knees with a pleasured moan

i miss waking up and sneaking over to your bed
and kissing you awake, only to be
pulled in next to you
and laying there for an hour more

i miss your mustache against my skin
tickling softly but adding to your kisses
sweeping behind them as your lips move across my back


9/17/06 10:49 AM
(c) Meghann Pardee