I miss you.

Little piece that popped up in my head when I woke up on a sunday morning.

I miss you
I miss your touch, I miss your smile
I miss the way you kissed me goodnight.
I miss you like I'd miss the air
When you're not around, I can't breathe
I keep crying, when you're not with me
I'm choking on my tears
My voice is drained from my whispering:
Come back to me.
I love you.
I miss you.