I'll miss the way you wore blue (you were my favorite)
And squint your eyes, when trying some new lover on for size
How you purse your lips, inbetwixt bitter sips of conversation
I've always loved reading novels I don't understand
And I'll miss the way you made my heart go boom-boom-boom
(Just like Jackie Wilson said, you know. He said it, and I've heard it's so)
I'll most definitely miss the way you were yearning, always keening
Always. And the dictionary of heartbreak stuck lengthwise in one ear
Out the other.
