That guy

The feel of your skin on mine... 

The eyes who speak thousands of scenes, possibilities and more... 

Those lips, waiting to share an ocean of kisses...

I miss you on me.

Your existence in my life appears to be crucial, but you are not here. You are not. 

Time flies, laughters are shared, common activities and drinks, without you.

Where are you?

Holding hands, walking together, touching wall after wall...

You ain't.