Missing you

I miss you, I miss you the way a flower misses the sun, my every existence in life hinged on you. I miss the way your hand reached around my stomach in the kitchen late at night. When I could still smell myself on your lips, that always got to me. The way you could love me for hours like you had nothing better to do. More importantly I miss the feeling of you sleeping next to me, being safe and able to blossom was the best part of your love, the rain was the worst.