Daydream....i fell asleep beneath the flowers, for a couple of hours

I miss your smell and your style
And your pure abiding way
Miss your approach to life
And your body in the bed
Miss your take on anything
And the music you play (and you're rolling of the eye when u listen to my music)
Miss cracking up and wrestling
Our debriefs at end of day or in the middle of the night, when a thought occures

These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence

I miss your neck and your gait
And your sharing what you write (your voice when you read out loud)
Miss you walking through the front door, you're so tall and handsome
Documents in ine hand, smooties on the other
Miss traveling our traveling, driving along the beach side
And your fun and charming ways....your dimples when you smil

These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence