Missing you

Leaving is something I feel remorse about everyday. I yearn for your touch, The long breath less kisses, And the warm embrace of your love. We were like two peas of a pod. You knew what to say, When to say, And how to say it. Talking to you felt like second nature. Flowing like a river against a mountain. Seeing that the grass isn't greener on the other side. And all I had to do was wait. The yearn is something new, It's ripping at heart strings. Leaving you was withdrawing my only breath of fresh air.