I Miss And I Want

I miss the way he used to call me all the time.

I miss the way I could tell I was on his mind.

I miss the way he held me in his arms.

Things seem different now. But not so much.

The absence of his touch, I miss that.

I miss not worrying what others would think.

I miss him covering over me, protecting me like I need.

I want things to go forward, yet back at the same time.

I want him to be ready to take me in his arms and claim me as his.

I want him to be mine and only mine.

I want things to be how they were, only with us together at last.

I want things to be sort of like they were in our past.

The new stuff I love, but I can't help but miss it.

I miss the kisses. I may still get them every now and then,

But it isn't enough. I miss his touch and how he would

be around me and not care who saw.

I want him to take me in his arms and just hold me.

That's what I want. To be held.

He gave me some of that today, and I didn't want to let go.

I loved being pressed against him. Comforting.

I can't think of why he doesn't just admit he wants me.

Why he won't date me I don't know anymore.

But all I want, is to be in his arms again.