I can't see the mirror for the me inside

Or the stars on high for the clouds between

I've stopped looking for the tears I've cried

They've become the rain I'll always see

Some things I miss, when nights are drawing long

Your odd, sweet unmusical laugh

The place in you in which I belonged

Your perfect body an art, not merely craft

I miss one thousand things about what we were

The beautiful collision of our lives

Here alone I miss your love, sweet shared blur

I lie here lonely, all tears and sighs

I miss one thousand things, this I do

I miss everything, except for you