I long for the sweat between your fingers on a winter walk after dusk. I love the feeling of your spine along my sternum as we lie in bed. I want to trace the lines on your face and your lips. I miss the way your eyelashes fall as you slowly blink. I adore your tiny feet that clumsily keep up with my much longer stride. I always feel my heart ache when your hand isn't squeezed between mine. I never feel far from your heart even during our arguments over coffee. I wait for the long nights where I twirl your hair as we watch the moon dance across the sky.