Page one hundred and ten

And I miss you like the dessert needs the rain .  
He whispered to himself hoping somehow those  
words could transcend time and reach the other  
side . He believed that they did so this became  
his daily mantra . He wanted her to know how lost he felt forty five years down the line and now he felt like a school boy at the first day of term . Satchel and pens but he was sure he’d left something behind him . His eyes thoughtfully caught her reading book and glasses on the side by her chair . There was comfort in that bookmarked at page one hundred and ten . He had wanted to touch that book to feel her hands and see her face deep in concentration and a slight curl of her lips as she turned the pages. He left it just as it was as he’s not ready yet to let go of a love affair that had no end .