the art of missing

I miss her kiss
her lovely smile,
her double tight squeezes
her silken sighs.

I wander alone
on a journey together.
She walks her own path
even though she's with me forever.

Cliched it sounds
but it is a fact.
She peers into my soul,
I kiss her, with tact.

Alone through the night
and busy during the day.
Her tempting lips part
and she leads me astray

from the path I've walked on
for how long I do not know.
But I'll gladly leave it for you,
baby, I miss you so!