I want to spin words off my tongue, send them soaring through the air, until they land into your heart.
I miss the misty breath that once fogged up my chocolate glasses as your kisses and my laughter filled the room.
I long to type with eager fingers, carving letters from a sea of white screen, and watch those letters form words that bring a tear onto your cheek.
I miss the romance that used to cloak my satin pillowcase with the scent of your cologne.
I need the man you once were, some 22 months ago.
