Distance Keeps Failing Me

I miss your pale eyes.

I miss your face.

I miss your voice,

that cradles my grace.

I miss the small talks

And also the long ones.

I miss your wavy hair,

And your sweet stares.

I miss your jacket,

I miss your shirt.

I miss the way you smile,

Out of nowhere.

I miss the days we get to talk

every single day.

I miss the days I thought 

I could see the toasted bread you bought.

I love the thought that you 

want to cook for me.

Of pasta and some cravings,

I wanted to see.

I love your humble roots,

I love how your hair flips.

I love the honesty,

And humor you got me.

Now dear,

I don't wanna be lonely.

But it gets me,

I miss you so much come back to me.

Rua