The Longing

The Longing

Slowly I roll back the covers from my queen-size bed.

It's so cold and empty the place empty where you laid your head.

The pillows speak with my senses as I smell the remnants of your cologne.

Turning over I gaze at the phone. Ring Damn it! Ring!

Your tie hangs on the door knob my tie hangs over yours as if even the fabrics long to be entangled with you or anything that is yours.

Closing my eyes I channel you as if by some mystic magic I could summons you.

Damn this bed, it might as well be as enormous as sea that’s how it feels when you are not next me.

Touching the spot where you like to kiss I remember each indentation of your lips.

I remember your lightly haired chest your strong arms even your unique musk.

Oh that musk a mixture of work and sweetness many wear that scent but only you carry that essence. Ring Damn It Ring !

How I long to be spooned by you while we watch those silly movies.

To feel you kissing the back of my neck so softly and for no reason saying “I love you”.

Will you come back to me? My hearts races when you are gone.

I fall in love with you each time I see you for the first time. Will you be mine alone?

Right here lay a heart that is ready to commit to you like no other

To love you stronger than a mother

To protect you more than a big brother

To do it better than ten thousand lovers

I wait longing for you.