There are days when I miss you a little more
My heartaches a little more than usual
And I miss your presence too much
Those are the days when I know
It will never be, without you
My throat dries up and I get knots in my stomach
At the moment I know nothing can replace you
Nothing would
And my heart will always miss your presence
It will miss the soft touch it could have
Which would bring the healing to its ache
I miss you a little more, quiet often
I get these days which are too heavy on my soul
Those days, I realise how precious you were
How precious your heart was
In my hands, which never deserved
A love so pure, a heart so special.