I Miss You

Restless days and long nights

Pass by, and so do I.

Waking up smelling your pillow,

Wondering how it smelt

Of our mingled senses

Leaving imprints of my hand and your hair.

Standing across the kitchen slabs,

I can still feel your arms around my waist,

Your beard ticking me and 

The lips leaving a trail down my neck.

I pause and feel the erratic heartbeats,

Touching myself as you touched me.

I miss you,

Your voice, the heavy voice

Laced with deep laughter.

I miss you, your eyes, and how

They twinkle when you look at me,

I miss you, your presence, and how

I felt safe in your arms

And the comfort of our silence. 

I see them, the images

Circling in front of my eyes,

In my mind and so

I have to ask, 

Can I take a picture with you?

If we ever meet, again? 

Can I take a picture of you?

Your ruffled hair,

And that goofy smile.

Can I take a picture of you?

Laughing, while your eyes

Capture my heart.

Can I take a picture of you?

For looking over and over again,

Lest I forget how to smile.

Can I take a picture of you?

Remembering how you make me feel,

If we ever meet, again

Can I take a picture of you?