No Longer In My Photographs

There are so many things I'd say I missed

Your eyes, your smile, the way you kissed

The way you made me try new things

And how you wore those old blue jeans

I miss your morning hugs, hello

And how you hesitated to let go

You held me near, and kissed my neck

So many things I can't forget

I miss the sarcastic tone you used

how you played dumb, acting confused

When I messed up a joke's punchline

Or got giddy from a little wine

I miss your touch, your breath, your sighs

And how you cried when I would cry

I loved that you hated to say goodbye

And how brave you were, when it came your time

There are countless things that I will miss

A million things I won't forget

I'll forever miss how you made me laugh

And I'll miss you in my photographs