I miss you

I miss the smile which touches the curves of your mouth, lifting them into an enigmatic whole, and bursting through your skin like rays of sunshine. I miss the way you would break out into slow laughter at my silly jokes.

I miss your emotional overtures. I miss the way you elucidate sweet nothings, cooing them like a pigeon from his nest. I miss your song, the one that would send goosebumps through my skin, and leave me a restless mess of conflicting emotions.

I miss the way you become chocolate-tinted nostalgia at the right moments, when sentiment drowns out your rationality, and when your heart beats in rhythm with mine, beat by beat. I miss the way your being would throb with desire when I would rest my hand on yours. 

I miss the colour blue on you, navy and suave, gentle and all-embracing. I miss the way you would be wrapped up in work, your skin glowing against the setting sun. i miss sitting next to you at such moments, and letting the energy yield dynamics of a sort which my dreams found inconceivable.

I miss you.

I miss your sweetness dripping on the breeze that touches my wrists and leaving the marks of love on my skin, marks that stay, marks that spread like wildfire through my aching consciousness.

I miss the longevity of your discourses.

I miss the music which makes you its own, the songs you play, and the lilting melody which transforms you into a cherub with hopes unlimited.

I miss the sky trembling with your name as I gaze on it with stars in my eyes.

I miss you. And I miss there being a moment when I don't miss you.

But, my love, missing is the key to the door, the door to the secret garden. This key opens you to the sonorous narrative which life plays and encompasses you as its own. You must let yourself be Destiny's Child and flow into the ricocheting harmony of the narrative which befits you and your existence.