The things I miss

I miss his hair
I miss his eyes
I miss the way he holds me tight
I miss the way his lip fit perfectly against mine

But I also miss another's touch
The way he looks into my eyes
The way he talk to me about everything
And they way he makes me smile

One of you is real and one is not
One of you will always be mine
One of you I've already lost
One of you I'll never touch

I have and active fanticy
Of you and I combined
But as much as we could be
We never seem to agree

There's things I'll will want to have
Things you never see
And that is why as much as I miss you now
There will be nothing between you and me.