Scented Letter Unsent

The empty morning, cold and wet,
is shadowed under clouds of gray.
The pelting rain against my window
shatters all my hopes for play.
You tumbled from my thoughts
as I awoke to meet another day.
The image of your precious face
and echos of your whispers fade.
I long to have you next to me
so troubles touch can drift away.
I almost feel your forehead
gently resting on my chest.
My arm extended, uninhibited
across your shoulders crest.
I almost feel in unison
your breath against my own,
but in reality I realize
I only lay here all alone.

My lips caress your kisses
always after sleep has fallen.
I can hold you in the night
but when I wake you will be gone.

I sometimes wonder whether
you were more than just a dream.
Subliminal subconcienceness
that seemingly extrudes extremes.
Imagined instigations
of inflated brain activity.
Though soley owned at night
and in the morning...only memories.

IT'S KILLING ME.

I need to see
your sensuous sienna eyes.
Your slightly crooked smile
that consumes me with desires.
Your lightly twisted thoughts
that fill my own with inspiration.
The person that you are
who fills my heart with admiration.
The passionate excitement
and delight for life within you...

I should stop myself at some point
or perpetually continue.

I guess what I am trying to say
in some ambiguous, backwards way
is though I'm with you every day

...I miss you.