unfound

slightly a tear,
rolls down my cheek,
at the thought,
of you and me.

I miss it all,
i really do,
but more than that,
i miss you.

The way you looked at me,
the way you cared,
the way with you,
i was never scared.

I want it back,
I want it now,
so it's up to you,
yet still unfound.