I remember you today when I saw my wrinkled fingers on this cold morning.
I think of you enough to know that you are loved so very dearly.
You are missed more than those who wait at the door for their beloved’s arrival every day.
More than any women who kiss their man good night before they sleep.
Deeper than any lover who hugs their body close every waking morning.
You are sun rise that peeks in to my slumber eyes.
You are what wind is whispering when I walk by.
You are how stars begin to appear and I wonder how grand.
I collect every joke to tell you when we meet.
Keep every song for me to sing to you.
Count each aching day yearning for you.
Thinking can I die of happiness when I meet you.
Until then, for now, till we meet...