I miss y our sme ll and your style and your pure abiding way
M iss yo ur approach to li fe and your bo dy in my be d
M iss yo ur take on an ything and the mu sic you would pl ay
M iss cr acking u p and wr estling and our debriefs at end of day
T hese are thi ngs that I mi ss
T hese are not ti mes for the we ak of he art
T hese are the da ys of raw de sponden ce
I nev er dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
I miss yo ur ne ck and your gait and your sharing what you write
M iss you wa lking throu gh the front door documentaries in your hand
M iss tr avellin g our trav elling and your fun and charming friends
M iss o ur big sur ge taways
And to w atch you love my d ogs
T hese are thi ngs that I mi ss
T hese are not ti mes for the we ak of he art
T hese are the da ys of raw de sponden ce
I nev er dreame d I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
One step o ne prayer I soldier on simulating moving on
I miss yo ur warmth an d the thought of us bringing up our kids
A nd the pa rt of yo u that w alks with your stick-tied handkerchief
T hese are thi ngs that I mi ss
T hese are not ti mes for the we ak of he art
T hese are the da ys of raw de sponden ce
I nev er dreame d I would have to lay down my torch for you like this