I miss your eyes when you'd look at me and know exactly what I was thinking
I miss your mind
, the library
with which I never ceased to be fascinated.
I miss coffee
, I never drank coffee
I miss being passive-aggressive
I miss walking
with you, and watching the water fall and the fish jump.
I miss the 8 hour phone conversations
and arguing about whether or not I should go to bed.
I miss your skin, which I have scarcely known, but will always remember.
I miss the way you cocked your head at me when I was being suggestive
I miss being there for you when you cry
I miss your straight-jacketed hyena laugh
and all of it's implications.
I miss hearing you talk about the Renaissance Festival
and your antics therein.
I miss your voice.
I miss the opportunity to kiss you
, although I don't think I could ever actually do it.
Most of all I miss your friendship
, and your hand that was once within my own.