bits and pieces to soak in.

how do i sleep tonight, my love,
without your frame?
our love rises with the sun,
blooms with the flowers,
and when the sun sets 
these winter evenings, love weaves
between our fire hearts. 

it scares me to miss you:
your soft cheeks
and sincere smile
(stick with me like
a sweet aftertaste).

most of all i miss your encouraging words.
the way you lift the stress off my shoulders.
you are better, you are better.