What would it be like to wake up next to you, to see the way the golden sunlight highlights the perfect imperfections of your skin? Would your scent envelope me so profoundly that the memory of it would sear itself into my mind?

I often think of you late at night, as my computer rests on the bed, the heat of it making me think of you being there instead. I pretend I'm not feeling alone but thoughts of you drift in and out of my head like silk ribbons drifting through the wind.

Oh, how I wish you were still here.