Do you miss me?
The way my tongue caresses every vowel that formulates your name.
The way deep down from your soul a smile grew and remained.
Do you miss me?
My way with words, that would allow every inch of your being inside of yourself is heard....
The way you sang those words to me, adorned by the amount of adoration you was willing to give to me.
Or am I just another lost autumn leaf that grew and flew away from a grounded tree.
Do you miss me?