It's The Little Things That I Miss Poem by Draven Cestodio

I miss the smell of your hair as it would fall over my face
The spark in your eyes when you smiled at me
The angry face you would make before smiling at my stupid joke
Your nerdy laugh that you always hated and I couldnt get enough of
Putting your cold hands on my skin to warm them up
How could this be
Why can't I stay angry for you leaving me when I can't stop missing you
Laying in my bed with your arms wrapped around me
Thoughts of the future
Holding you when you want me to let you go
Singing into your ear as you sleep by my side
Here without you how am I still alive