The road is glare but you stand out for a better view.
The moment you smile is like looking at a clear sky.
The way you glance It feels like a melting ice.
As you call me in my name It bounce straight to my heart.
I miss your stares.
I miss your teasingly laugh.
I miss your voice.
I miss how you call my name.
I miss when you look at me secretly.
I miss how it feels the way it was to be.
Categories: Poetry | Prose