Wednesday, March 11, 2009
I miss.
Walking towards the bubble tea shop.
I miss.
Asking what you'd like to eat.
I miss.
Browsing books with you at Borders.
I miss.
Your punishments.
I miss.
Deciding our next dinner at the Bible.
I miss.
Asking, tomorrow how ah?
I miss.
Listening to your little pieces.
I miss.
Skedaddling with you.
I miss.
Whispering softly in your ears.
I miss.
Your hands,
your hugs,
your smell,
your warmth.
I miss.
You.
Ever so dearly.
11:43 PM; `dead.Y