i miss your hands, your rough,
hard working hands. the ones that
held my tiny hands and lead me
through the hard times; the ones that
gripped during the dark times and
the ones that lessened that grip once
the times were light and airy.

i miss their callouses, their undying
warmth; their sleepy-comfort feeling.

i miss your face, with those laugh lines
infused. the frown lines were always
constellations to hard times. it was
full of every part of you that i have now.

your eyes were the gateways to your
emotions, just as mine were. you could
smile and yet i could see the pain that
seemed to linger. i could see tears
being made and yet they barely fell....
unless i wrote you a silly letter, a note
in a card, or my acceptance letter.

your smile, your main feature. how it
would curl and laughter would erupt.
how i could finally speak, finally cease
my tears if i could see you smiling.

your nose, how i would kiss it when i
was little. our special kisses. our special
little secret together. we were better
than the eskimos.

oh, how i miss your arms. how you could
envelope me in them and i could feel
myself falling into your scent. it was like
nitrice gas at the dentist; falling deeper
and deeper into a comfortable grasp of
feeling, only to feel the act of hurting and
not the pain involved. you were my drug.

and i'm an addict. i'm an addict for your
love and you cut me off just like your life
line decayed. your pulse defecit is far too
much of difference to bring you back. your
flatlined heart will not come back.

and i miss you. the entirety of you.

the love of you.

the pride of you.

the act of loving you.