The Way It Was

Oh the way he held me;
So safe, intimate and warm.
The way he made me laugh;
So often, so effortlessly.
The way he brighened up my day;
With a simple smile that screamed 'Come to me! '

Oh the way he holds me;
So brief, so rushed.
The way he makes me laugh;
So forced and rare.
But most of all: the way he talks to me;
The silence so loud it deafens me.

Oh how I miss the way it was!