• Visions of you will dance in my head tonight.
    Your arms,
    Warm, reassuring, lovely, attentive,
    a perfect circle around my waist.

    The scent that rolls off your skin and onto my clothes,
    Simple and clean,
    a constant reminder of your existence,
    that i finally get to hold you in my arms.

    Your voice,
    A low thrum in my ears,
    As you whisper your goodbyes to me
    to tide me over until tomorrow rolls into place.

    And tomorrow, I'll be able to see you again,
    And you'll remind me why your worth a hug,
    with your ridiculously contagious smiles,
    the way you exude kindness and compassion,
    and yet still so absurdly beautiful.

    But i still miss you.
    Impatient you may call me.
    So I might just leave these thoughts to their work,
    and let them perform their graceful waltzes around my mind.