I miss your scent, your taste, every tremor of you. I miss your voice, your arm wound tight around me. I miss your breath, warm and soothing, the heat of your skin. I miss knowing you are here beside me.
I miss the warm amber of your eyes. I miss watching them search for me. I miss the light that speaks your love. I miss answering with my own eyes what yours confess. I miss the certainty that you love me.
I miss every word, every gesture you make. I miss your kiss, your embrace, your hand holding mine. I miss your presence, your company, the gift of your smile. I miss every brush of your fingers across my skin. I miss how my own lips answer yours.
I miss each day, each hour, each moment with you. I miss the thought of what it is to be held by you. I miss the knowing that I love you beyond words. I miss the hours that are ours alone, and I know they stretch into forever.