I miss you.
And i'm sure that,
you miss me too,
and this is what makes me feel blue.
The days of never ending hugs.
The days we spent catching bugs.
Both drinking tea in a single mug.
You were my alcohol.
You were my drug.
Watching you sit by the riverside,
with a glaze in your eyes.
Air playing with your hair,
as the wind passed you by.
My sleeping on your shoulders.
Your fingers on my cheek.
My eyes observing,
every moment of those days.
Our huge quarrels.
On petty talks.
Your punching me hard,
to make me stop.
Those giggles of yours,
on my every joke.
Those uncomfortable silences,
when none of us spoke.
I miss you.
And i'm sure that,
you miss me too,
And this is what makes me feel blue.
