All This Time

I miss the chime of your voice,
Despite the pain your tongue caused.
I miss the creases in your hands,
The hands I long to hold.
I miss your laughter
At the dumbest things.
After all this time,
I'm still missing you.

I miss the way we used to talk
For hours, just the two of us,
In the dead of the night.
I miss the good times,
Being children, acting silly.
I miss staying up all night.
After all this time,
The pain is gone, but memories remain.

What happened?
My question is still unanswered.
Where did you go, why did you leave?
"Parting is such sweet sorrow."
They say separation breeds affection,
Which must be somewhat true
For after all this time,
I think I still love you.