I miss…
being caught in an angle of song, humming a tune I’d never heard, but was all too familiar;
I miss…
the way the light of new Dawns would waltz down your skin, teasing you as you slept, and I—the voyeur, would gaze upon the glory you are…gently sighing to myself with thanksgiving…
I miss…
the deep inhaling of your scent, and what it meant to stroke each follicle of hair atop your head easing the toils of the day away…
I miss the blending of lavender and lemongrass that anointed your crown…
The sound of heartbeats and breathing, each bleeding into Oneness-and we would silently dance in syncopation;
and although all days were not without their storms—Our Light rivaled the very Sun-and so, as the world saw only Two—we saw only One…
I miss…You—the One. ♥