Someone, Somewhere, Somehow, Someday

I miss the way you held me and how your arms felt warm,
I miss your kisses on my forehead, and how you'd secure me from harm. 
I miss your gentle eyes, and the way your hand seemed to fit,
I miss the way you told me I was beautiful, and meaning every bit.
I miss your kind phone calls, when you were just checking in,
I miss the way you seemed to view my past as past, and not so much a sin.
I miss the destination of your hair to grip onto when I felt alone,
I miss the destruction of my youth and the love that made me moan.
I miss the way you seemed to care, and how you were better than any movie scene.
I miss the way you made sure our love was always seen.
But most of all of what I seem to miss...
Is how I never had any of this.
And how I'm hoping one day, it will all be...
Something real, the longing of your being next to me.
How this is all just a mere illusion, a longing dream,
Of how true love might somewhere, somehow, someday...seem.