This crazy gift called life!

Acutely longing for the quiet mind  your presence gifts me with. My thoughts a pain-inducing  jumble of string with no end to begin untangling them.  Your calmness grounds my soul  and gives it purpose and guidance, As the moon rescues the tides from chaos and disharmony. Your presence a balm to my forlorn and weary soul, So tired of trying to find its way  through this heartless, labyrinth of a world.  Craving your embrace, And the restful reprieve that Only your arms offer me.  Needing the protection of your strength I am so desperately tired,  Closing my eyes in defeat   and longing to hear your whispered words, You are safe, my baby girl. Sleep.

The soft warmth of your soul  Brushes mine As if knowing I have curled up in my bed, The time my heart misses you the absolute most. I feel your heat, like a tangible entity, My body temperature physically increasing as your soul  curls around my lonely form.   My soul shifts restlessly in my chest, Needing to clasp you and  Hold you close,  to keep you safely protected in my arms.  My mind sensing the same loneliness in you through our tether... Leaving me contemplating how to physically pull your soul closer... To ease our loneliness.  Softly running my hand over the sheet, Where I feel, with all my heart, The indentation of your soul would be, I try vainly to wish you next to me,  My eyes misting as I think of how much I miss your heartbeat.  Wrapping your shirt tightly around me, I softly whisper "My heart is always yours"  And, closing my eyes, Picture your gorgeous face in my mind  Until I drift into a restless sleep. 

Never learning to mind my words, Forgetting to consider if they would injure or offend.  Abruptly ended conversations  Making me pick apart every syllable, Wondering if I've inadvertently crossed a hurtful boundary Once again.  Struggling so violently with what is publicly acceptable  To the point of feeling socially handicapped sometimes.  My ideas, words, and humor... Are either before their time or  Will never see their time. The constant frustration of Effortlessly helping others blossom,  Yet, being unable to reach those goals myself. How can one person  Be so socially inept? I should be quarantined  To an undisclosed location Where the only one to be verbally injured  Is me.

It's disarming how the  Absence of your presence, Alters the very atmosphere  Of the world around me. The vivacity of the colors Seem quiet and subdued, As though they know My personal sunshine is away. The smell of the air, zestless, Without the rich notes of your scent permeating it. Nature's sounds are muted and hollow,  Because the rhythm of your heartbeat Gives them their beauty. The words around me Mean nothing because,  without you near,  Nothing makes sense. Every brush of my skin against something, Causing me to shy away. The only thing my body can stand now, Is your touch. My soul restlessly pacing, Trying vainly to watch over you Through our tether,  Needing you safely close again. My thoughts run overwhelmingly rampant Through my mind, Only quieting when you are here... You are my calm... Your arms, my safe haven... My face pressed against your heart... Is Home.