I miss the night's
The pointless joke's
The walk's home
The chat's with random's
The pizza shop "I lurve the chicken"
The stumbling up your stair's
The ssshhhh keep the telly down's
The shut up's from mum
The passing out on the settee
The feet in my face every Friday morning
The hangover drive's home
The crawling into our own bed's
The afternoon wakeup call's
The random trip's to Maccy D's
The "whatever makes you worse makes you better" drink's
The night's when it was just me and you
I miss you, I don't know how to tell you.
wish if my poems have that much strength to take over the charge of your sweet heart as you did to my innocent one in this poem... well done