I miss...

I miss telling you I miss you.
The way you used that crooked smile.
The way you pulled me tighter after
midnight.

I miss the random phone calls
Asking if we have sugar,
Or if I'd like you to grab something
on the way.

I miss our closeness.
Not only between our bodies.
I miss the Mariachi music outside your
window.

I miss your struggling sensitivity,
And your easy understanding.
I miss how I never missed you before you
left me.