Every Piece of You

I miss you.
Every piece of you.

Your smiles, your ideas, and how each one
of us
is so. completely. different.

I miss the feeling I get;
I miss who I become

And yes, I admit, some days...
I even miss the pain.

I'd be a fool to call it perfect
Held together merely by chance

But I'd be a fool to not feel at home
With the warm hugs,
shrill screams,
and clinking glass each night.

I miss the lights and the wondrously tall buildings
that never made me feel smaller than I am

I miss the nights I can't remember,
and the touches that never go away

I miss my heart,
because it never left
But it knows I'll come back for it
I'll come back some day.