The place you create

A poem

I miss your eyes
Like the way clouds miss the sky.
I miss your smile
Like the quiet after a shooting star says goodbye.

I miss your voice
As if I had no choice;
For it’s not the words you say,
But the way you say them.

It’s how the shore brings ease
To the dancing of the sea,
Carrying her tears to a place
Where they finally find relief.

So, I miss the presence of You—
The laughter on my face,
Your child-like grace,
For it wasn't the music you made, 
But the way you played. 

And I yearn for that place,
Where worries seemed far-away,
~Because Life with you was a beautiful escape. 

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