Here I am... On another snow day, thinking about days we haven't shared yet... Thinking about how, when my mind is calm and I can hear my heart, I hear you talking.
I hear the whisper of your breath beating behind my earlobe. I feel the tickle of your beard brushing my back. Your body warms to mine, mine to yours; and we move into each other, like one.
I sigh and come to the present... Where I lay alone. Where you are only there when my eyes are closed. I am not sad. I have learned to stop wasting my free time. I make an effort to remember the good stories to recount... When you are there again where I open my eyes.