Little Things

It's the little things I really miss;
Of course the headlong, deep and passionate kiss
But perhaps even more so, the peck on the cheek
As he flops down beside me on the sofa, spontaneous and sweet.

The simple comfort of just existing together,
An uncomplicated and quiet pleasure.
The times he looks at me and grins,
And I lean close to breathe in the warmth of his skin.

A hand with fingers tapered, yet strong, firmly envelops mine.
They clasp and swing side-by-side, fingers intertwined.
A fleeting glance, a sidelong smile, through the crowd we walk.
An island of silence in a sea of sound, and there's no need to talk.

When the lights are out, we curl together in the black,
My head rests on his chest, his arm draped across my back.
We talk in sleepy murmurs until we both drift away.
There's nothing I want more than to be able to stay.

Morning comes, more drowsy kisses as we surface from the deep.
The warmth of our bare bodies that smell of sex and sleep.
The sun rises and so does our never-ending longing.
Utter bliss, contentment, the feeling of belonging.

My love and I must part again, another month of separation.
But only two more hello/goodbyes; I can taste the anticipation.
My heart grows weary from time to time, the distance takes a toll,
But it's the memories of these little things that fill the aching hole.