What I miss most is the way your hair felt between my fingers
as I delicately ran my fingers through.
I miss the nights of exploration of your scalp
as you gently drifted to sleep.
I miss your reaction to my touch upon the back of your neck,
tense then relaxing into its familiar caress.
The way your body remembered the feel of my fingers,
tingling with anticipation as they explored.
I miss the way that no words were ever spoken,
yet, with but a touch everything was said.
The way silence was lost by the beating of your heart.
How your voice would echo in your chest.
I loved the serenity of your voice soothing the chaos of my mind.
The last look into your eyes before we kiss.
My last solitary breath before ours mingled.
How my thumb felt against your ear
and fingers at the base of skull guiding you in for a kiss.
The way you let me cradle your head to the pillow.
When your muscles calmed and embraced my massages,
slowly peacefully into sleep you would drift.
