Careless

I miss the way you kiss,

And the way you used to smile,

And pull me in a little tighter

When I'd ask to stay a while.

I miss the way you laugh,

When I trip over my own feet,

Or the way you'd sweep me up,

Carrying me out into the street.

I miss the way you saw me,

So careless and creative,

The look of a woman who loves a man,

And barely tries to save him.

I miss the way you loved me.

And for that I have no rhyme.

We always had our reasons,

But we ran out of time.