I miss the smile I used to smile when I used to be happy
I miss the hugs I used to give or get when they felt real
I miss the love that used to warm my heart with dreams and hopes
I miss the voice that soothed my aches and understood the pain I spoke of
I miss the hand that used to fill a void when it would hold mine
I miss the time when I used to be able to ...
Not forever -
Some or another
Form of distress?