I miss touching you, smelling you, holding you, feeling you.
I miss the nights when we’d just meet to sit in each other’s arms doing nothing.
I miss sliding my fingers along your skin touching every inch of you.
I miss smelling your coconut and vanilla perfume.
I miss whispering to your ears that I love you.
I miss just leaning on you and leaving a gentle kiss on your lips.
I miss falling asleep on your lap as you’d caress my hair.
I miss your gentle fingers touching my face.
I miss your heart beat in my chest as we were hugging.
I miss your giggle when I tell you a joke, how you used to laugh when I was being stupid.
I miss how you’d leave a kiss on my cheek while I was driving, how you’d press on my hand as in holding it.
I miss how you’d hold my arm tight as we’re crossing the street.
I miss how you’d rub your face on my chest a we slept.
I miss how you’s walk like you were floating on a flying feather road.
I miss the way your hair fell on your face when you’d bend over.
I miss the way you’d wrap your hair in a bun when you were getting serious.
I miss your perfect nails.
I miss your soothing voice.
I miss how you cared.
I miss you loving me.
I wish we can try again.
I love you. And I miss you.
A Body without a soul.
Author: Omar El-Zuhry
Editor: Renée Picard
Photo: Author’s Own