Missing Ingredient

This Happy Thanksgiving eve
Holds orange-tinted autumn skies
Lining naked branches reaching
Towards the endless blue
Laughing children’s voices
Dancing through the chill
Friendly golden retriever
Dashing here and there
Pausing for a snuggle
As I recline to the rhythm
Of the swinging hammock
Perfect thankful moments
With but a single missing beat
The sound of your heart
Against my listening ear
The soft warmth of your breath
The brush of your lips on mine
The soothing presence
Of your love.
This thanksgiving misses
You