A painting on the wall,
a beautiful mountain range.
The sun has set,
clouds still burn orange and red.
Alone, a mist fills the valleys.
Transition, day to night,
the lonely comfort of solitude.
wrapped in polar fleece.
my mind wanders,
Like those mountain peaks,
the sun is gone.
I miss the feel of your skin.
I miss snuggling in.
I miss your perfume, the scent of your hair.
I miss your touch,
I miss your laughter, your silliness.
Wondering if you miss my touch.
I miss going out and just hanging out.
Walks to the res, Moose biting my butt.
I miss coffee and donuts.
Little notes about nothing
or how your day has been.
I miss your smile, the sound of your voice.
Rhythms change, the tide goes out.
plastic is shredded, a fiber is spun.
Polar fleece, wrapped in change,
wondering, thinking, missing.