Style of your hair,
shape of your eyes and your nose,
the way you stare
As if you see, right through to my soul,

It's your left hand and the way
that it's not quite as big as your right,
the way you stand in the mirror
before we go out at night,

Our quiet time,
your beautiful mind,

They're a part of the list.
Things that I miss.
Things like your funny little laugh,
the way you smile or the way we kiss.

What I noticed is this:
I come up with
something new, every single time
that I sit and reminisce.

The way you sweet smell
lingers when you leave a room,
Stories you tell as we lay
in bed all afternoon.

I dreamed of you now every night
in my mind is where we meet.
and when I'm awake
staring at pictures of you asleep.

Touching your face,
invading you space.

And you'll live in my memories forever more I swear.