I brushed my lips against your cheek
you tensed
and told me I missed;
you were right.
I missed the way your arms felt
around my waist -
your mouth
curving as you laugh at my jokes
lips parted with promises
of all the beautiful words
you have yet to say to me -
the glimmer in your eyes when you look at me
through me
and see me in a way that no one else has
or will.