I long for a different piece of you every day.
Today, it is your laughter.
Tomorrow, it will be your hips and your gentle jumps
When I caress them.
The day after that I will miss your eyebrows
Along with your eyes, nose, ears, chin
And everything in
Between.

Every day I will ache for your music
Because it, too, is in my body
And I can’t help but miss the melodies
That you once tapped across my spine,
That sweet cry that called out:
She is mine

Some sparrow stirring in me yearns
For the nest of your embrace
That once rocked me to sleep.
For once I had awoken I only wanted to be found
In the deep solitude of you

I still leave half the mattress and covers unoccupied
Perhaps wistfully wishing you’d fill all my empty
Spaces
The ones between my knees and in
My dreams

The day I run out of things about you to miss
You’ll be back in my arms again, whispering
*She is mine