Corona settled in
With an ocean between us.
I miss the summers warmth
Of your cheek
And the winters cold
Upon your coat.
I miss your scent
Your mess
Your voice
How you dress
I miss you
At night
I don't play scrabble anymore
I wait for you
At the door
In bed
In my head
When will you be back
My life lacks
Your humor
That tickles my funny bone.