I miss your smell and your style and your pure abiding way
 Miss your approach to life and your body in my bed
 Miss your take on anything and the music you would play
 Miss cracking up and wrestling and our debriefs at end of day

 These are things that I miss
 These are not times for the weak of heart
 These are the days of raw despondence
 I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

 I miss your neck and your gait and your sharing what you write
 Miss you walking through the front door documentaries in your hand
 Miss traveling our traveling and your fun and charming friends
 Miss our big sur getaways
 And to watch you love my dogs

 These are things that I miss
 These are not times for the weak of heart
 These are the days of raw despondence
 I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

 One step one prayer I soldier on, simulating moving on

 I miss your warmth and the thought of us bringing up our kids
 And the part of you that walks with your stick-tied handkerchief

 These are things that I miss
 These are not times for the weak of heart
 These are the days of raw despondence
 I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

 These are things that I miss
 These are not times for the weak of heart
 These are the days of raw despondence
 I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this