No Poetic Words...

There are no poetic words for this,
no P.H.D perfection to this,
only the words from the deepest,
darkest of places in my heart—

I miss you-

I miss your hand in mine,
I miss your cheeky boyish smile,
I miss your warm body holding mine,
I miss your middle of the night calls,
I miss it all.

I want you-

I want you here with me,
sitting by the crackling fire,
wrapping presents for the nearing Christmas;
I want you to laugh with me,
and hold me,
possess me.

I want you to miss me.

I have no poetic words,
I don't pretend to be a poet.

I have no perfect words,
nor perfection elsewhere,
I have nothing to offer;
only my heart,
my longing for you.