Is it possible to miss a persons chest?
The way it rises and falls with their breathing  and pulses with blood flow 

Letting you know they are alive, just as you are alive

And your timelines interconnect the way your breathing synchronizes 

You walk with your right foot forward and he trips over his foot to match your careful steps

You love to hear the rhythmic ebb and flow of whispered thoughts into your ear 

And on his chest your head is resting like the pillow you slept on last night except much more comfortable

The cold air outside gives him a chance to explore your arms and hands
and make you feel protected and loved
You feel home again even though the house you grew up in is only a block away

There’s this never ending warmth

That ignites your cold fingers with the heat of something more powerful than a comet

You do miss his chest

Your head-rest and peace

Of mind from this too-loud world

That doesn’t take a moment to hear a heartbeat