Missing

I miss the breath of your bones
  The still of your silence
     The heat of your heart.
        On me.

I miss the existence of belonging
As a part of someone else,
Intertwined in strands of your soul
And branches of your veins. 
Amidst crumpled white sheets,
Tangled webs of hair
And sunlight peeking through the curtains.

I miss being the people
Laughing along pavements and silver linings
Seeing the reflection
Of easy perfection
Bouncing off mirrors and heart ache.

I miss the You in
You and I

And I is far too lonely an existence.