I miss how aimless our days were, going where ever the wind took us. I miss the sound of the engine as we sped away, from towns that we never really could call home. I miss the drowsiness of your eyes from the passenger seat, and if I could keep seeing that I would drive to the ends of the world. I miss the crisp mornings with the air pricking at our skin, the smoke rising out from between your lips. I miss the sound of your whisper, while you grabbed my hand and showed me the way out I miss the sound of our footsteps, running rampant at four in the morning I miss the way you said “Hello”, like I would get to hear it forever I miss the drive alone in my car, contemplating how our lives could be together once you felt better I miss sitting at your bed side, anxious just to see you wake I miss the way you squeezed my hand, to show that it was ok I miss those beautiful brown eyes, close for the last time. [Civalias - Anything But You] |