A Day in the Life of Miss Missing You


She Wakes… To the plaintive call of the mourning dove Crying out Its longing Echoing Hers

She Rises… As a phoenix from the ashes As the burning flame of Her desire that consumed Her night, Her dreams, slowly dies to smoldering embers With the chill breeze of morning

She Moves… Achingly aware of every inch of Her flesh Being caressed by the silken fabric of Her nightshirt

She Sighs… Wishing instead to be caressed by the Silken skin of Her Lover

She Sinks… Into a steaming bath, scented with roses His first gift to Her

She Reclines… Resting Her head, closing Her eyes Imagining She’s not alone

She Strokes… Her wet skin, as He would Starting high, sliding low

She Breathes… Shaky, shallow breaths Her fantasy growing deeper, more involved As are Her caresses

She Feels… His hands, His lips, His body Teasing, taking, joining, quaking

She Shudders… To an unfulfilling completion Wanting Him, needing Him, more now than before

She Stands… Toweling, dressing Readying Herself for another day Without Him

She Walks… Through Her day Empty, alone A zombie on autopilot

She Thinks… Of Him only on the exhale On the inhale, She sees Him, feels Him, longs for Him

She Remembers… The Paradise They created the first time They touched And every time thereafter

She Recalls… Every detail of the all too brief moments They spent together

She Relives… These moments each night in Her dreams And wishes for more

She Waits… For the next time They will be together Impatiently, unbearably, irresistibly

She Longs… For the time when He will be Hers, and She His For always

She Counts… The moments She knows must pass before that time can come So for now…

She Misses…