change

Picture this…

I’m wearing my jammies. I’ve always liked the feel of silk on my skin, smooth and cool. Its spaghetti strapped shirt and short silky shorts.
The lights are dim. I can see the shadows slowly forming on the wall. It’s dusk. People outside are rushing home. I can see the lights on the cars piling up on the highway, a wide view from my 15th floor condo window. I pull the curtains wide open, seeming to want the outside world to share in my night.

I hear water rushing while you clean up in the bathroom. The sound satisfies me… and excites me at the same time. I turn on the radio, looking for a channel that would somehow soothe my racing heart. I hear the song of Sade “… crown you in my heart… your love is King, you’re the ruler of my heart… round and round and round I go, touching the very part of me. It’s making my soul sing…” I smile. Such an appropriate song… a song about worship.

I think about the conversation we had that led to this.

Bumped into each other in the hall. Piercing gaze… teasing me…
I tease back, just a touch of smile on my lips. He follows, now showing his big white teeth.
“hey…” I nod.

This is a bad case of overly missing him…