lunar skies

i sat there staring at her picture.

i told myself i really did miss her,

.. then I decided to think about what missing a person really means.

what wanting a person around feels like.

I miss the way we’d lay together watching movie after movie.

i miss the way we’d cling to one another desperately in late hours all night.

i miss her smell, and her heat.. so warm she reminds me of summertime.

popsicle lips

…slender hips…

 I sat there re-reading her messages.

I told myself I really was in love with her,

then i wondered how I know what being in love really means

when speaking of something so fragile and inconstant

and forever changing?

 Love is the sun in her eyes.

Love is the healing in her hands. 

Love is the way she can build up a deadened fire.

Love is her tiny foot prints running across the sand….

… this is her. this is love…. and She has Not gone yet.