By: Marisa Marie Menard
I miss you,
I miss your smile,
I miss your smile,
I miss your hugs,
and I miss your goodbye kisses.
Out of all the things
I could miss,
I have to miss you
the most.
I miss how when everything
seemed to go wrong
you knew just
what to say.
I miss the things
we used to do,
and the things
you had said to me.
I hope when you
read this someday,
you think of me,
as I thought of you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem