Missing

Short poem, about missing and losing your beloved.

I miss him.
at least what i thought he was.
i miss him, and everything he does.
In his eyes i could swim,
and in his mouth i would sing.
I miss him.
and how he used to be;
even before he met me.
though it may be too late,
too late to change fate,
It is him i will always miss:
the one i wish i could kiss.