I miss your smell and your style   And your pure abiding way   Miss your approach to life    And your body in my bed   Miss your take on anything   And the music you would play   Miss cracking up and wrestling   Our debriefs at end of day      These are the things that I miss   These are not times for the weak of heart   These are the days of raw despondence   And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my Torch for you like this      I miss your neck and your gait   And your sharing what you write   Miss you walking through the front door    Documentaries in your hand   Miss traveling our traveling   And your fun and charming friends   Miss our baser getaways   And you watch you love my dogs      These are the things that I miss   These are not times for the weak of heart   These are the days of raw despondence   And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my Torch for you like this      One step one prayer   I soldier on   Stimulating moving on      I miss your warmth and the thought   Of us bringing up our kids   And the part of you that was with your stick-tied handkerchief      These are the things that I miss   These are not times for the weak of heart   These are the days of raw despondence   And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this