I miss you
and your hand 
gently touching mine.

I miss conversation
some laughter
some wine.

I miss you waking up
far away from my here 
from my now
the beep on my phone
with a text from your soul.

On a cold day
you take both my feet in your hand
and you hold them
and warm them
like the summer beach sand.

You listen
you talk
you tell me all your fears
I hear them
I hold you
we allow both our tears

Then we laugh again
childish
dance like crazy and smile
and we wonder 
where each of us has been
all this time.

We walk and we talk
we giggle, we’re still
I don’t know when I’ll find you
I just know that I will.