After so many nights I spent sleeping with you by my side.
Not in the dirty reckless love way, but in the most innocent form possible.
Whether it be in a tent on the top of a mountain, on the side of a river, on your boat or in any of the houses we some how ended up at.
I find my self wanting that back, before anything else.
We could ramble for hours and let the tics of the clock die out with the harmony of our voices.
The reassurance right before dozing off at some exuberantly late hour of the morning that you were happy to have me. That someone was thankful to see my face and hear my voice through night.
Sealed with the completing gesture of an arm around the waste, kiss on the cheek or a lingering smile.
Just to make sure that I would comprehend all the thoughts only your eyes could say.
We filled all hollowness with the underlying message that if the other partner wasn’t there we would surely be home alone cringing at the feelings and thoughts that He must have created with the thought we couldn’t handle it alone. That those ghosts that nearly killed us, actually could make us alive in union.
There was no doubt, no awkwardness or confusion; but our currents radiated until the dark room felt alive with security.
I miss this more than anything; I miss falling asleep to reassurance.