For the Spring

I.ve run out of words. But I still have to keep trying, because I want you to hear me, and feel me all around you. All that matters in me is aready with you. I keep reading and rereading all the letters I have written, trying to picture you reading them. I try to guess which parts will make you laugh and a which ones will make you dream of a day when we will be together. A night when we will sleep side by side without continants between us.

I ache with an emptiness not caused of hunger or fatigue, my joints lock in the absence of your touch, and a fever rages thru my brain turning all my thoughts to you. People say they can die of a broken heart, but more torturous is living while your soul is stretched across the miles. Without you here all the passion surging in my blood, freezes in my veins waiting for you to bring the spring. Saving me from the winter that gnaws on all my joy.

You ask if I miss you. I dont just miss you, I require you so I can live. In my darkest night, the meer thought of you burns brighter than a thousand suns, reminding me the dawn will come. You keep me in your arms though we are so far apart. Left behind is just a shell holding a collection of memories and longing. I will not be whole til you return to me, then and only then will I be free to breath.

I miss you darling, be safe.