if I could tell you
that I miss you,
I would. if the words could come out.
if I knew how.
or why, is it your smell,
its like mine. I just know it well.
and I miss you.

thoughts of you, thoughts
is what I miss. the kisses of
my thoughts of you.
the tenderness.
I layed caressed by your essence
for hours, I just miss it.

the way we collapse
and mend, then again
its the thoughts I miss,
and the walk. the bounce in your step.
like we walked those steps,
together and alone.
we seem used to all this,
what is this unions depth?
I know if I ask I will see it,
always on time.

I miss you, your smile,
my memories of it.
of the way your lips twist.
to hear them say my name
to call me, I almost cant take it.
imagination running free.
visualizing free, I will arrive.
youll be by my side, like all these times.
if our hips miss this trip around, I imagine
in the forest we'll be found,
bound, floating over a covered ground
shifting with the current, the waves
of us.
at home, walking each other home.

though I cant help but wonder
what would be found if we buried
down, deep into the core,
I'd want more, and more. I need years
to unload. hours upon hours of me.

we miss this, this trip.
Im sure its just memories, thoughts
of the past.
I just miss you.