Miss Love

Here I'am, sitting here.
Just me, physical.... But he is on my mind, all time, all day. I miss thoes hands.
There was a time, were I did'nt noticed. I could'nt see it, just could'nt. Like staring through the sky, looking for nothing. Nothing new.
Now I know, I can see the sky. See the inviseabel between the clouds. I can feel his lips against mine. although his is'nt here. I wish he were.
I'am watching my phone, checking emails. This is love, I guess...
I just have to be still. Keep it cool.
But I just can't stop wondering what I have missed... Any way
To miss is to love.
I miss