Little Red Book

The movement of your lips  
The phantom kiss, that lingers
I miss that the most
I don't feel it any more
 
Your finger tips
Caressing my hips
Under the roof of your car
Tucked away, somewhere far
 
Sitting in silence
Exchanging eye glances  
Our presence colliding  
Time didn't exist
Nothing else mattered
Shielded from the ozone
Our moments frozen
Cortex keeps it close
 
I miss how I made you feel
Showing off my tricks
Made you disappear
As I hid your skin
 
I miss you, all of you
Your misspelled words
Your second switch  
Your trembling heart
When I kissed your lips
Public shyness  
Your eyeglasses  
Your dim tone of voice
The stories that made you
I miss you
 
Hope you find  
Someone better  
Someone who will love you
Warts And all.