Yearning

Beautiful memories my mind recalls as I miss him.
He’s around me
even when he’s gone.
I feel his presence in my soul.
Constantly aching
for the love that we make.
Yearning ...
My lips wanting his kiss
My body awaiting his touch
as he brings me to life.

My joy
My pain.

My sanity
My confusion

My sense
My madness.

My love
My life.