days and nights

finishing each other's sentences
without a care in the entire world
laying my head gently on his shoulder
feeling his beating heart with my hand

this is how i want to spend my days.

knowing that i have someone there
a man who truly cares about me
for my heart and mind and soul
not just for my flesh and blood

gives me solace in these solitary nights.

drinking in his laughter and his smile
dreaming about seeing him yet again
thinking of our next time together
writing, venting my thoughts on paper

i pass the time away until our next shared day.

watching the moon, reminded of him,
i seem to see his face in its creamy image
wading through my mind to find his voice,
a memory of a time when he was near.

it is all i can do to get through the night.

harnessing my loneliness, keeping it within,
waiting for the time when i see him next
humming to myself a song he sang to me
and closing my eyes when i think of him.

i look forward to falling asleep with him someday.

before him, i never had this ache in my heart
when the one i was with was nowhere to be found.
it feels wonderful to be with him, and yet
the pang of loss is ever-present to replace him.

when it arrives, i cannot wait to take back the night.