I miss his laugh when I used to tell him
he was a jerk
When he thought I was silly
but still kinda cute
I miss how we would understand one another
just by looking at each other
Or how a single touch
could contain so much passion
I miss seeing him happy
and knowing I was part of the reason
The uncontrollable joy in his eyes
when I used to surprise him
I miss the times we were just us
a guitar and some beers
The joy of sharing a cab
and the expectations of the night to come
I miss the feeling of loosing my mind
and the disappearance of sanity
I miss that second he was mine
when I fell with my eyes wide open
I miss the times when I did not know
what to come
and the times when the smile
lasted longer than the cigarette
