I miss your loving heart, that beats with a deep caring for others to the limits of its strength and surely, beyond.

I look for the disciplined communication of your arms, that time and again, express those things that words fail, with an open hand on my body.

I long for the wit and wisdom that is you.
That which warms the soul and quickens my heart to beat when life has dragged it down.

I miss you with all my being for you complete me in ways that words can not express.

When I do things alone, they have no meaning
when I do things with you, they give me purpose.

I look for sleep to bring you to me at the appointed hour, with the desire that I might already be returning to your good grace...
Whilst I sleep and dream you by my side.

You are engrained in me, more than you can know.
You are the oil, indelible, colourful. I am the canvas for your Blues,  Greens & Blood Red.

You are my air, my very breathe, that fills my soul with hope, lights my path in love and keeps me safe.

The heat of the day lingers in my room heavy, as if to echo my heart, and I find the sky cries down as though it too, feels the breaking of my heart at this parting and joins me in tears of anguish.

Though I know it has been only a short time we spent together, my soul feels the weight of it, as if those months might be years.

I cross now, in total darkness, to a place where I am blind. No colour-blue love, no jade cuff, Napa hill-sides or sparkling shoes can make up for losing you. No one person will ever know the sadness that lives within me.