drunken epiphany

i miss your imperfections. as i sat huddled in a corner, in a drunken stupor, trying to sleep or pass out in spite of the music, i realized that nothing made me happier than you did. nothing. and i know you aren't perfect, and i love the flaws- because they aren't flaws at all, they are just what makes you interesting. i wish i could once more touch your hand, caress your hair, feel your smooth skin on my tired hands, your small back, you graceful neck...kiss your lips so soft, smell your perfume... i want to taste the salt of your skin once more. I miss you. i miss your touch. i miss your smile. i miss the little quirky things that you did. i miss the way music turned you on, how even if i hated the music, i still loved the way it flowed through you, the way your eyes close when you smile, the way you dramatized everything, yet are so wise too. i can't word the hole in my heart that you left, and i can't fill it either. It's a void in my life that nothing can replace. i'm lost forever, and you aren't coming back.