The weeks trudged along laboriously,
I wistfully counted each tomorrow...
You left me fading manuscripts of love,
Creases softened with time, Ah! the familiar coarseness of your skin.
Fond eyes welled up as I ran them yet again
over your undotted i's, your slanting t's.
You left me a picture tacked to my wall,
A snapshot of long past, frozen in eternity.
I touched your smile, your finger tips,
I blew the fleck off your eye.
You blew me a kiss from the far curb of the road,
A fleeting gesture of parting.
I hid them under my eyelids-
your gentle kiss,the warm moon, the cool night breeze.
Since your return,
The todays pass as I longingly wait...
To run my finger along your face,
To trace the curve of your lip,
To melt in your lowered gaze,
To kiss you in your cherubic sleep.
Will this missing ever cease?
