String Needed to Pull You Back to Me

         
Fifteen minutes you've now been gone,  
 
leaving me leaking  
this sinking feeling,        
 
The void
already touching the space vacated
between needing you and right here
with you working it back and forth        
         
Mourning the loss of your touch  
 
My own       
giving small comfort against the sounds I'd        
make when you lingered over pleasurable spots        
       
Falling silent the sounds I yearn to make      
with you once more,  
 
remembering last night        
loud and joyfully clear gets me smiling.        
       
But boxing them away till left lonesome in my head        
alone, bereft on this bed      
 
My black thoughts  
meander a sorrowful singular path          
         
So hurry my love, hurry back into these arms and        
my joyous sounds awaiting for you to conduct.        
     
and please..please this time        
don't forget the toast I asked for xx.