I miss that look.

The look of pure bliss into one another

The looks that no one else exists.

The room is full yet as I look at you,

There is no one else.

To see

To hear

To feel.

When did the looks stop?

When did it start draining?

When did love turn out to not be enough.

Even though time has past

I still miss those things.

I still miss your look

I still miss your touch

I still miss you.

You who hurt me.

You who stays in graveyard silence.

You who is still seen when the lids of my eyes are closed tight.