I really admired your smile.
The way your teeth brightens up the world.
Saying hello to the dark clouds, even from a mile.
Even when there’s mist in the way and all blurred.
I miss the clothes you wore and your perfect style.
Clothes that hug your body but not too absurd.
Style that makes you look sexy but also classy;
Garments that fits your profile.
I wonder what language your tongue speaks now.
I remember the way you spoke French.
The type of kisses I received but now forgetting how.
Now you are just a thirst I wish I could quench.