Missing

A good meal and a bottle of wine,

Sharing the same air, and feeling your gaze.

The brush of your stubble against my cheek,

Sharp and familiar.

The sensation of your gentle fingers,

Your soft, warm breath on the back of my neck.

The embracing, enfolding me in your arms

Broad and strong.

The leisurely moments spent together,

Naked, sweaty, and sated, in a sleepy bliss.

With laughter and smiles, murmurs and whispers

Kisses and caresses.

A hidden enemy, and a silent threat

An unseen danger that keeps us apart.

We do what we can to maintain our connections.

Missing each other.

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