One of the things I miss
Is getting to hold you in my arms.
The softness of your skin,
The coarseness of your scruff,
Your wild, untamed hair
Sticking out every which way,
While you sleep.

I miss how delicate your sleep was.
All of the strength in your muscles
Would melt into my chest.
It was a beautiful sight
To see the peace in your relaxed brow.

If I could,
I'd want to hold you for the rest of my life.
I'd want to cover your eyes with my fingers
When the sun grew too bright.
I'd want to squeeze you tightly
When the nights grew too cold.

And one day, when all is done,
I will envy the earth.
For it gets to hold you forever.

©whatevercame2mind