I Miss You

The very thought of you, slipping into bed

Beside me, smelling like a bottle of cologne

Ignites feelings of longing, a deep longing

A longing that digs pits of emptiness, voids

Within me, that can only be filled with your love

With a touch of your tickling hands,

A caress from your feathery hands

A kiss from your honey dipped lips

I miss you.

The void grows bigger by the second

Each tick is riddled with an oppressive sound

And, waiting for you, my love, becomes a hard task

As hard as landing a faulty air plane

I am crushing, I am alone bearing my solitude

As if it were a pain, a wound of sorts

Only you can heal me, only you

No one else knows the depths of my love

Only you. I miss you