Missing

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.