I miss you even when I’m with you. I don’t understand why. You’re there and I’m here. I see you. I hear you. I feel you. I smell the scent of your love caressing me as I breathe you in. Your words reach me deep down, filling my well. I am not without, “want for naught”. I turn to take your hand. I feel your squeeze and it comforts me, corrects my melancholy. Suddenly I turn. You smile and I want to kiss you. I want the warmth of my lips to reach you. I want to explode in your heart like a storm, make you feel pleasure and pain. You begin to fade like a sunset descending on the horizon. You’re here but you’ve gone. The void fills the noise in my head with the silence that echos in my heart. A silent painful thump. The soft dagger that forces me to answer my own question, respond to my ache. You’re not really here. I look at my hand and it is empty. Your tenderness and intensity are lacking in my life. I am left to look at you through strangers, realizing… I’ve been dreaming you up.
I love you anyway.
©2019 Mel Gutiér