things i miss.

Running my fingers along your spine for the very last time, knowing you'll be gone in the morning and I'll be left with this half empty bottle of champagne and that fuzzy head hangover that will unknowingly remind me of this night for months to come.  The longest airplane ride sidled between two strangers, accompanied by lots of sighs and tears blurring the face asking me if I want peanuts or water.  No, all I want is to be back in bed with you, happy.  Waking up to the cold side of the pillow this morning, a rude awakening from another dream that you were here with me again.  You know you drive me crazy, I wonder what you're doing when we don't talk, and I wonder what you're thinking when we do.  Oh the things I would do to catch your sideways smile again, to grab your arm in a crowded bar and feel safe right there in the center of the madness.  To light your cigarettes when you asked me to, and disappear in your big sweatshirt.  It's okay to say that sounds alright, just fine with you if that's what I want to do.  I'll take you for a spin, you'll forget where you end and I begin, I want to do this all over again, and again, and again.