When I say I miss you,
It means I miss your smile,
It means I miss the sound of your voice,
It means I miss the feel of your lips on mine,
It means I miss the scent of your skin,
And the feel of you against me,
The moments where we look at one another,
With that instant intuitive knowing,
Of what we are thinking and you wink at me,
Of all the moments I look to share with you,
But we are apart our souls yearning to connect,
Understanding we really are not apart when our thoughts merge us together.
It’s the desire for the sensations you invoke in me,
That have me aching in your absence.
Wishing for just one more moment with you,
A forever moment suspended in time.