Missing You
This is the hardest time of day.
The
time when
I should be walking
down lilac lined streets
holding hands
with you.
Not having to speak,
feeling love coursing
through your
fingertips
to mine and back again.
Feeling content and fulfilled
and
totally in love
with you and with life.
Or perhaps sitting
on the end of
the bed
sharing thoughts and stories
in quiet voices.
Looking into
each other's eyes
knowing that we are loved
so deeply each by the
other.
This is the time of day
when I
love you most,
miss you most,
need your gentle voice the
most.
Come home soon, my love.