With a faint familiar feeling.

I've been dreaming of you.

All of my senses are still filled

With your essence.

It's such an intoxicating feeling

That I lie in bed,

Grasping at every last little shred of you.

 

I still hear the faint whispers

Of our voices in my ears.

"I love you," I say

"I love you, too" you reply.

"I miss you already, don't leave...

PLEASE, don't leave."  I whisper

As I come to my senses.

 

I can still feel your arms

Around my waist,

Your lips pressed to mine.

Your breath on my neck.

 

I close my eyes so I can see you

Looking into my eyes,

I really need a picture of you.

As the sound of your voice and

The feel of your skin leave me,

Your scent still lingers.

It is not distinct...

More of a feeling,

The feeling that you are still here....

Just out of sight.