I miss your ability to rub my rights when necessary. Your desire to ease my day with a slip in. Reorganizing my thought process with you taking up most of them. I recite songs in tones that only you can appreciate. Scribing emotions only you can relate. I just wish its you I could recreate. At time of discourse, disgrace, and dismay, call out your name, and it will all go away. I miss your sweet embrace. There when all else falls, and leaving everyone needing you. Appearing not always for selfish intake, but moment to remember that life is what we make. I miss my love and the drive in my tips that you motivate. Woven poetry from a blank slate.