I miss you telling me to let Winnie out 

I miss coming home to you cuz you’re chilling, no doubt 

I miss watching you play with little sweet boy 

I miss when you tell me you bought him a new toy 

I miss you cooking a bomb ass dinner 

I miss that knowing feeling that it’s a winner

I miss your beautiful hazel eyes 

I miss your target runs, which bring me a surprise

I miss every aspect of your beautiful self 

I miss our time together, that of which is true wealth

I miss your voice and your amazing laugh 

I miss getting you Lola beans, most of which is half and half

I know you’ll be back here in just a little bit 

But the loneliness of coming home feels like shit

I hope you’re having a super fun time out there 

There’s ice cream waiting here for us to share