I miss your smell and your style <br />And your pure abiding way <br />Miss your approach to life <br />And your body in my bed <br />Miss your take on anything <br />And the music you would play <br />Miss cracking up and wrestling <br />Our debriefs at end of day <br /><br />These are the things that I miss <br />These are not times for the weak of heart <br />These are the days of raw despondence <br />And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this <br /><br />I miss your neck and your gait <br />And your sharing what you write <br />Miss you walking through the front door <br />Documentaries in your hand <br />Miss traveling our traveling <br />And your fun and charming friends <br />Miss our Big Sur getaways <br />And you watch you love my dogs <br /><br />These are the things that I miss <br />These are not times for the weak of heart <br />These are the days of raw despondence <br />And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this <br /><br />One step one prayer <br />I soldier on <br />Stimulating moving on <br /><br />I miss your warmth and the thought <br />Of us bringing up our kids <br />And the part of you that was with your stick-tied handkerchief <br /><br />These are the things that I miss <br />These are not times for the weak of heart <br />These are the days of raw despondence <br />And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
