I miss your gentle voice against my ears
Your warmth on my body
Your lips on mine
I miss you more than anything
But I had to let you free
These days I feel you by my side in bed
Like those warm Sundays,
we've spent in each other's arms
I feel your shadow behind me
Leaving small touches of your warm hands on me
I wonder if it's my time to meet you again?
Even at the doors of death
I stand unafraid for I know
Beyond these walls
Awaiting me are your welcoming hands