The face I've missed so much,
those eyes, that smell, that touch.
That smile, that laugh, that blush,
that look that can nearly crush.

That stride, those legs, that walk.
Those words, that voice, that talk.
All of that was so far away,
and now you're here, what can I say?

That hair, those words, that grace.
That unsettled look upon your face.
The ever so distant look in your eyes,
the words that turn to bittersweet lies.

That breath, that look which slowly kills
overpowers me with unknown skills.
Long lost friend, have I come just to see
that you're already tired of me?