Everyday, the minute I wake up, I miss you.

Every song on the radio seems to be about love – and I miss you.

Every time my phone rings and I hear someone else’s voice – I miss you.

Every couple I see, holding hands or kissing – makes me miss you more.

And every night while I lie there, thinking of your touch, your kiss, your love, I can not imagine anyone has ever missed someone – the way I miss you.

Renee Duvall