City

That city noise was yours,

And never really mine,

I did my part 

To say, again,

That city noise is fine,

Your say nothing stance;

My verbal dance,

Were going nowhere,

But back.

You always chose where,

The how,

The when;

And I’d wait,

Again.

Who I am; I like quiet,

The dark,

And space,

Feelings taken with grace,

Though I often miss 

your face.

(I often miss your face.)

Your chuckle,

And gait,

Occasional wit,

Smile,

Eyes,

And one special lie,

I often miss your face.