I find myself longing,
Yearning for things i must have had,
then lost,
only i know, deep inside,
I never actually acquired them,
I miss you always,
though you were never mine,
I miss our children,
Although we never actually had any,
I miss our quaint home,
With its paintings and view of the sea,
I miss waking up next to you,
Although i have no idea what that should be like,
I miss listening to jazz with you,
while you cook horrid pasta
which i pretend is the best thing ever,
while laughing at your moderately funny jokes,
I miss our walks on the beach at dask,
Our celebrating our birthdays with chilled champaign & strawberries
Travelling to distant places on our anniversaries,
where noone knows our names,
I miss watching reruns on tv with you
While you make me watch all your favourite programmes,
I miss taking long showers with you,
Soaking in a tub filled with rose petals,
I miss painting with you,
Plastering a bright yellow smile on your face with my brush,
And watch you turn into a kid again,
I miss our talks at the fire,
Over mugs of hot chocolate with mashmallows,
I miss being overly deep,
Deep for no reason,
I miss seeing how cute you look when you're mad,
Watching you nose wrinkle up in frustration,
Before you smile your ridiculously yummy smile,
Refreshing like a burst of fresh air,
Many nights with you on my mind,
i miss you,
Though of course, i don't know who you are...
