I miss you. 
Like a solar-powered dancing flower misses the sunlight. What else can that poor flower do except dance?
I miss you like a wind-chime as still as a coma, waiting for a late summer breeze to awaken it from its trance.

I miss you 
Like a printer misses the ink cartridge which dried up, and was never replaced. What can a poor printer do if not print?
I miss you like a dormant lighter tucked away in a drawer, misses its flint

I miss you
Like an old vibrator, replaced with bigger and better, misses its batteries. What can an old vibrator do if not satisfy?
I miss you like flip flops, miss the fair weather, and it never says goodbye

I miss you.
Like I miss a romance that collapsed and never grew.
I miss you like I miss a potential friendship full of smiles and laughter, which turned out to be full of rue.