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