I miss her

But I tell myself I don’t need her

I miss her grace and her beauty

I miss holding her slender hands

I miss touching her smooth and ivory skin

I miss caressing her petite yet ample body

I miss kissing her full and lush lips

I miss massaging her pretty feet

I miss driving her car while she sits passenger

I miss staring at her and her playfully replying “Do you have a staring problem?”

I miss buying things for her and picturing how good they’d look on her

I miss forecasting a future with her

I miss the calming feeling of her head resting on my shoulder

I miss laughing with her and at her

I miss holding her tight

I miss loving her

I miss her

But I tell myself I don’t need her