Miss

I miss her head leaning against my shoulder
As we sit side by side, and how her feet
Are always propped up high, how she feels colder
Than nature warrants, how she's always sweet
Even when frustrated, how she sits
As if she owned the world. I miss it all,
I miss the tug of war between our wits,
The laughter and the hatred for the fall
(Which wants to kill her), miss the way she speaks
When she has something obvious to say
And how her comments turn to silly squeaks
Whenever nature turns its eyes her way
To make her sniffle. I miss all of this
And every day turn over what I miss.