Dearest

I have missed you but I know better
than to wallow in those feelings.
So I'm writing you.
I don't have much to say
Because my mind feels at a loss
at words through my hands.
I woke up early today
Even if I didn't have to.
I remembered the feeling
Of your warm body
In bed next to me on a cold morning.
I slept until I could sleep no longer.
When I woke I sat down to write.
Looking for words, reviewing thoughts,
Letting things pour out if they so wished.
There is music on and it is calm
And reassuring. We are not alone
Here and that has always been the case.
To reach out and touch one another
Is all any of us have to do.