Old times Stories

I find that when I'm lost I miss your voice. I miss your smile, your pretend style your banter. I miss your laughter It's been a while. I miss your conversation I miss your look, I miss that motivation. That concentration as you cooked for me. (When you cooked for me.) I miss your chatter, I miss your smell. I miss the way I'm still half-way under your spell. I miss the way you took yourself away. I miss the memories of y...