Waiting Sighs

I miss the sound of your voice
telling me "good morning dear"
as you lightly kiss my cheek
and whisper "go back to sleep"
leaving more warmth than covers.

I miss the feel of your hands
around my waist
when you come up behind me
bringing me coffee
and help me flip pancakes
to the kids laughter.

I miss the look in your eyes
filled with patience and love
while you watch me
frantically
working myself up
to bringing me down.

I miss the noise of you
turning the pages
of the latest book you read
before banging out brilliance
on keys barely able to support
your talent.

I miss searching for that perfect.

The perfect place
with
the perfect view
of
the perfect garden
created
by our perfect.

I ache
for all the things I miss
held inside your hand
that have yet to happen.

*And never will*

Author's Note

*this is a poem I wrote during my most recent relationship. I added the last line after that relationship ended. There is obviously much more to the story that for now comes out in small bursts.

Reviews

[LauraRenee]

Very beautiful but it has left me interested into why you will never get to experience this? Was it a death, break up? I am involved in the story and would like to know more!