He may be strong

But he will not hold my gaze

For very long

His pretty eyes

Will soon grow tired

I'll look away

Before his looks have time to die

I missed a trick

Or two or three

I will remain missing

Whilst you're missing me

He may be brave

I'll get him lying down

And you can break his ways

For I left but once

More times I stayed

You hold me stronger now

Than all the while I remained

I missed a trick

It would not do

I will remain missing

Whilst I'm missing you

I miss the shape

We used to make

I miss your breath

I used to take

I miss the hands

That held me in place

They kept me still

With all they gave

They sent me away

Still I am but what they made