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