When I miss you,
I remember the good times,
But then I’m brought back down by gravity.
One moment I’ll be fine,
The next, my heart craves you.
It craves the way you look at me, annoyed yet amused, after I tell a bad joke.
But you’re not there to hear my jokes.
It craves the way you stroke my hair after I have a nightmare.
But you’re not lying there anymore.
It craves the way you interlock our fingers together before we head into a crowd.
But now I keep them deep in my pockets.
It craves when you kiss my forehead after I comfort you.
But now I have no one to comfort.
It craves the happiness in your eyes when you see a beautiful sunset.
But each time I see the sunset now, I’m reminded of your beauty.
It craves your smile. The smile that could heal a bad day.
But all I remember are the tears before we parted ways.
It craves to hear your voice again.
To call my name. To cry my name.
It craves for your arms around me.
For you to grasp tightly, and never let go.
And soon, these craves will be satisfied,
For we shall see each other again soon.