Something Special Poem by Chloee Desormeau

I miss your touch,
the way you make me feel
although it isn't much
you make me feel real.

I miss your lips,
the irreplaceable joy they bring
the way they make sure my love never slips
and I would never trade them for anything.

I miss your hands,
the way they'd intertwine with mine
and make me feel like everything's fine
in a way no one understands.

I miss your arms,
the comforting warmth they give,
like everything is easy to forgive.

I miss it all,
the way you'd say you'd never let me fall..