Being apart is a constant ache, a phantom pain, my body is my own and so is my mind, but you consume me so completely…
My heart may be in my body but you possess it so fully, there are times I am sure you must have it displayed in your hands.
My mind is so filled with your image and presence that there are times, especially in the quiet of the night that I can think of little, if anything else but you.
My lungs may breathe air as just another function, but the thought of you can make it leave on a gasp of longing, and for just a moment it leaves utter stillness. No air, just you.
I long to see your face, to hear your voice, for the moment when distance no longer separates us and I can look with joy upon you and know how sweetly you are mine as I am yours.
For the time when there is no end or beginning between us, when words are not always necessary but we speak a language all our own.
For the moment when the ache will cease as your head lays on the pillow next to mine, our hands intertwined, and that moment of bliss washes away what came before.