I miss you

I really miss you. My man is not here. There are no trident wrappers on tables or dishes in the sink. There are no warm hands reaching out to hug me when I get back into bed in the middle of the night. There are no lips asking for smooches or lips to give smooches to. There is no one to listen to Rose laugh or scream. There are no cheeky giggles after farts. There is no body for me to wrap my legs around. But, there are cashmere sweaters that I can get lost in and sock I can wear without you knowing. There is Skype and photographs. There is your smell. But you are not hear and I miss you.