I miss the way you smell next to me at night.

You rolled over and told me I was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

The red moon last night was like the burning of the heavens because I couldn’t kiss you.

I am tormented because missing you isn’t a strong enough word anymore.

The words of Eckhart Tolle ring in my mind again as a friend reminds me not to think too much of the future.

But here I can’t help, the yearning, the passion, the sheer will of being in your arms is my agony.

One day I will be with you again my love, till then, I will dream, I will pray, and I will wish on all the stars I can.

Goodnight Beloved.