This is what I miss

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