It cannot be said, all there is that is missed;
You know though – you know because you miss it, too.
The touch, taste; little sighs uttered between labored breath;
Your scent left on my pillow, mocking me, daring me to give chase
How I remember those moments, when our eyes took in all that we could not with the entirety of our flesh;
The dinner bell rings
Hurry off now,
Don’t be late