i miss your breath in my ear
   softly tickling
whisper something, nothing
   everything

i miss talking, so much i'm talking
   to the air
i need your shoulder to cry on
   your care

i miss you pressed against me, telling me
   your fears
pour out your troubles in rivers
   of tears

i miss basking in the glow
   that is you
your smile and laughter
   always new

i miss flirting; we're not
   married yet
why is all our talk heavy
   with regret?

who says friends can't be lovers?
who says lovers can't be friends?