I’ve come to miss your voice
With the twinkle snap of your eyes
The languidness of your lips
The pressure of your thighs

I’ve come to miss the glory
Of sunlight filtering your hair
Lips moist, voice smoky
Gazing through half lidded stare

I’ve come to miss the way
You would tousle my bangs
Or smile up at me
Just to bear your fangs

I’ve come to miss your voice
The suddenness of goodbye
The arch in your brow
Whispering why