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  ...

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.

The beauty of having Always been a ghost, Is it does not matter When you are forgotten, Since you've never become Accustomed to being remembered. The acceptance of always being An afterthought, Just seems like a part of who you are. Knowing only that it makes you Meticulous about treasuring the needs of others, So they need never Adjust to this way of thought. When your favorite color is grey, Chosen because it accurately portrays Who you've always been... A spectre... Always fading silently into the shadows. Leaving those around you curiously pondering What they are forgetting.

Grey-green and sky blue gazes meet, Two souls caressing across space. The adoration in that connection  Permeates the air of the room. Like magnets, they are helplessly drawn To the proximity of the other. Fingertips reaching to touch,  To caress what they have each claimed as their own. Craving the completeness  That only comes when their bodies are fused as one.  Each knowing they could  Never belong to another... Their tethered souls would never survive without its mate. Each meeting of their lips, A testament to the love between them. The echo of their heartbeats, A symphony heard only from soulmates... The sound of two souls  Intertwined for eternity.

Missing my sunshine   Smiling upon my skin. The warmth of his gaze Heating my soul from within.  Craving his arms  And they way they make  My broken pieces align perfectly again.  Missing the way his blue eyes Always resemble the most beautiful of summer skies. His laugh emitting the purest vibration As it dances across my skin. Missing the silky caress of his kiss Against my wanton lips... I am missing all of him.