Do you miss me?
You ask.
Do I miss you?
Without you
I’m coffee without cream,
A rose with no scent,
A pen without ink.
Without you
I’ve an ache in my chest
That won’t go away,
A craving I can’t satisfy,
An itch I can’t scratch.
And as time goes on
There’re questions,
Always questions:
When will this end?
When can we be together?
When? Where? How?
Without you
I’m frustrated, impatient.
I need to touch you,
Hold you, kiss you,
Run fingertips over
Your naked flesh
And pull you close,
Skin to skin.
I want to make slow,
Steady love to you.
Without you
I’m lost.
And so, my darling,
In answer to your question
I’ll ask one back –
What do you think?
