Missing
I miss the phone calls,
held long until late at night.
And the hugs,
full of caring and warmth.
I miss the candle light,
reflected back from your eyes.
And the kisses,
tasting like a sweet red wine.
I miss the breathing,
airing from your sleep.
Heard at night,
when I could not sleep.
I miss the walks around the woods,
and talks about dungeons and dragons.
And I will be missing you,
each day, each month, each year.