I Miss Him

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I confessed my love but guess he knew the truth behind…
He promised to stay …He said he loves me
And that he won’t be able to go away..
But one day.. I looked back and realized he wasn’t there…
I cried, I wept, I cursed myself in despair…
Coz I knew I won’t see him ever again…
Why I’m I hurt.. Why does it ach..
Why do I cry to notice him vanish away…
Why I ponder … Why I write…O God ..I guess I’m missing him again…
I miss his love.. I miss his care…
I miss the moments we shared…
I miss his eyes.. I miss his smile …
I miss the way he took me to cloud9…
Darn! I miss him so much it makes me crazy;
it even makes me rhyme…
I miss his letters.. I miss his words..
I miss his coarse morning voice..
I miss his scraps.. I miss his calls..
I miss the sketches he made of mine..
I miss his angry.. I miss his fears..
I miss the way his eyes shined..
I miss his demands.. I miss his complains..
I miss the confessions he made..
But mostly I miss d way he used to be always there…
And the way never made me miss him..not even close… not even a little bit… not even at al…