And I miss you at night
when the moon is hidden behind
grey clouds
and the crickets are chirping,
incessantly.
It's your body I miss,
the feeling of bliss
at having you near me
and all to myself.
At night I miss you most,
when my sheets are all twisted
and the stars are perennially
shinning above me.
Thoughts of you hound me,
through the woods and
into the city and I
wonder if you miss me,
too.