I wish someone would heat back the pool of gloomy ice that has become of my heart, I wish someone would hug me, I miss human contact, I miss warmth, I miss being loved, I miss that feeling when I knew I would see you again soon, I miss trying to guess the clothes you would be wearing and looking for you in the crowd, hoping that you were there, waiting for me. I miss doing things to impress you, what made me feel like I had a purpose in this wide world, I miss waiting for you at the door, arms wide open,  and thinking that stupid as it may have been it would make you smile, even just a little. I really miss the sound of your laugh, and the glorious feeling of being the one causing it.