casabrova

For Laura--

I miss your smile and the moments we shared.
I miss your hugs and the fact that you cared.
I miss your eyes and the way that you stared.
I miss your laughter and the way that you dared
To take a risk on someone like me.
Now if we could only come to be...

Sometimes when I lick my lips
I recall kissing your fingertips.
Sometimes I like to spray your perfume
It reminds me of when you entered the room.
That distinct scent just seems to consume;
Those thoughts of love seem to loom;
You are my bride, and I, your groom--
I'm terrible sorry! I hate to presume
That someone like you would fall
For a guy like me at all.

Just so you know, I still miss you.
Your hair, and your smile, and your temper, too.
What am I ever going to do?
How could I possibly make it through?
I'll just sit and wait for my cue
To bring my love back into view.