I need you in my life, I need you in my sleep, When I’m scared and worried, I need you to brush my hair While I’m in your lap, We talk about my day, I look up at you with glee, You look down and play with my hair Your hands are of grave importance, When I’m alone I miss them, The warmth, the pulse, the reassurance, I miss you running fingers through my hair I didn’t think hands were special, When we embrace I hold on, Longer than I should but I need it, I had missed the smell of your hair