Mission

I miss the touch of you, the way you sway
Into my arms and will not let me go.
I miss the calming tones in which you say
You love me, and how you can let me know
Without your words. I miss how you will lie
Curled up with me in quiet on the bed,
And we can let the world just wander by;
No need for words: just breathing close instead,
Hearing no sound except each others hearts.
I miss how we can talk for hours too,
The joy each word I read of yours imparts,
And how you look at me: I just miss you.
But soon you'll be here, and I promise then
It will be just as good as it has been, again.