All the ways I love you
Let me count
But it has all been said before
Besides
It did no good, really

I am left now with only memories
And the ways I loved you
Have now become
All the ways I miss you

I miss you when the music plays
It’s our song, but it’s not
Nothing is really ‘ours’ anymore

I miss you with the soft cotton t-shirt
I still keep in my bottom drawer
And hold to my cheek sometimes

I miss you with the photograph
I keep ‘forgetting’ to take out of the frame
Your face still smiles back at me

I miss you with every breath
I still breathe for you and you alone
But you are not here to hear it

All the ways I miss you
Let me count
But it has all been said before