The feelings are still there,
they have not been erased.
As are the memories,
like when our fingers were laced.
I still remember
And will never forget,
the night you stayed over
or the first time we met.
I hate to admit it,
but I miss you.
So sad,
yet true.
I miss your touch.
I miss that night in the parking lot,
I miss that all too much.
Why did it have to end?