I miss the spring,
When the birds used to sing,
Cheerfully in the sunlight,
Each day used to begin with your sight.

I miss the rides,
Each day on your bike,
Freshness in the air,
Each those days went in flare.

I miss the care,
You used to take each second,
The emotions passed away,
Each those moment is not left today.

I miss our talks,
Our dates,
Our fights,
Our laughter,
Our cries,
Which is no longer the same,
You came back to me,
But nothing is left the same.