I don't want the sunshine

if it doesn't shine in your eyes

I don't want warmth

if it's not in your arms

I won't worship the moon

if it won't lead you home

how I envy the winds that bear the traces of your scent

I bless the soil that taps to the tunes of your footsteps

Blessed are those who bask in the sounds of your voice

as you partake in conversations

that should have been with me

I still remember those moments

when we laid awake at night,

our forms flawlessly adorning the lawn,

when we counted the stars in the sky

and you said the brightest one was mine

 you kissed me a little

we ended up making love

our bodies in sync with our leaping hearts

and the neighbours almost saw us

those moments haunt me

to the edge

of destruction

as I mourn

the absence

of your affection