Imagining your arms

If you once more
Drew me into your warmth
Held me close to your chest
If I breathed your comforting essence again
My eyes would well with salty sparkles
maybe a drop or two escaping
to write their story in watery lines
along my blushing cheeks.
I would whisper softly,
“____, I’ve missed you for so many years”
with my smaller arms wrapped tight around you I’d add,
“You’re still my missing piece”