i miss.

i miss you.
i miss us.
i miss long nights
and good dreams;
car rides
and your head on my shoulder.
i miss the fights
and the pain
and the love
and the hate
and the fear and the loneliness cured.
i miss your eyes
and your bangs
that i couldn't stop touching
and those hands on those hips
and those cherry blossom lips.
i miss your taste
in my mouth
and your pressure
and your smile
and those times when we wouldn't
say anything at all.
remember those times? how few
and far between, but
how comfortable.
i miss being comfortable.
i miss us.
i miss you.