I miss your body next to mine;waking up with your head nestled

up against my shoulder --

falling asleep, half under you

your weight against me.

 

I miss you body next to mine;

wanting to hold you

just every day -- 

missing your hand in mine,

and the way, sometimes,

you clasp my wrist and squeeze

and never let go.

 

I miss your body next to mine.

 

With just the touch of your hand

I am made whole again.