Postcards from the heart

I know it's strange,
But I miss the sound of you,
The way your soft lilted accent slides in and out of our conversations.

I know it's strange,
But I miss watching the minutes tick by waiting for your call,
Longing for the smile in your voice.

I know it's strange,
But I miss the comfort of knowing you are in my tomorrow,
As you slowly reveal yourself to me, cautiously but with honesty.

I know it's strange,
But I miss the fiery warmth in my blood,
That heat as you stand a little too close to me.

I know it's strange,
But I miss the sweet, gentle touch of your lips,
As they tentatively introduce themselves to mine.

I know all these things may seem a little odd. And really what is it that we are doing here?
This "thing" has yet to start if it ever really existed. Surely there is only heartache here, what else may come of this attraction?
Is that what this is?
Or is it something else entirely.

Is this just lust and loneliness combined? One stranger lost and in need of comfort, the other not yet lost but needed to be loved, wanted and adored?
Is this just two people frantically searching for the light in the darkness, two souls adrift in need of nourishment, dining at the first welcoming table they find?
Is this a man who's life is at a crossroads and who no longer wishes to live half a life, who is ready to hold out a hand and offer at least a part of himself to another?
Who saw something beyond a smile and a pleasing word,
Who's spirit was curious enough to follow this lead.
Or is this just a "devil" of a man playing with time?
Feeding on insecurities with only one goal on his agenda?
Is this a man with no principals except when it comes to guarding his own safety?
Who is this man?

Please don't make me wait!
I miss you...

Adoringly yours

Sugar x