What do I miss?
Let's see...
I miss sitting by the window seat of a plane
Staring into the clouds set ablaze by a sun I can't see
The thrill of visiting a new place...country, food, people, music
Getting lost in a whole different world
Struggling to hear my friends over the din of a Friday night at my favourite pub
Waving wildly to catch the attention of the bartender for that next chilled stout
Living out of a suitcase (yes I actually miss that!)
And griping about working across timezones
And I miss you...
Getting lost in those moments
As you held me close
And made me yours
Holding hands, sometimes just touching fingers...
But always, always conscious of each other
I've never minded isolation, or relied too much on proximity
But the separation sometimes kills me
Even years later
When all I want...is to kiss you.
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