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