I miss the deep conversations we have
when your eyes look into mine
and not a word is spoken,
and the slight curl at the corner of your lips
when your smile tells more than words.

I miss the warmth of a thousand suns
that flows through my veins
at the slightest brush 
of your fingers on my skin.

At times, I think 
I could never miss you more,
but then, I know I can 
... and I will.

For no matter how much I miss you,
when I’ve been back in your arms
and once again it’s time for you to leave,
I know I’ll never miss you more,
than the first 15 seconds 
after you’ve gone. 



                        july 2002




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