I miss it, and I miss us.
I miss the time when you were enough.
I miss the times we had together.
I miss having that one loving figure.

I miss wishing you were around.
I miss knowing I stand on solid ground.
I miss believing you weren't giving up.
And I really miss choosing, and choosing for love.

I miss all the talking late at night.
I miss how we never even needed to fight.
I miss hanging out and just doing what we do.
Really, the problem is that I miss you.