At night

Last night I thought about you. I realized that subconsciencely I have been waiting for you to call. I have been waiting for you to reach out like you always do. I guess this time you took me seriously. If I had the chance to be face to face with you, what would I say? I would tell you that I love you. That no one before you and after you could have the same impact on my heart. I try not to think about you because I don't want that feeling of longing for you. Nights are spent trying not to dream of you. It is pointless because you seem to drift into them. There are times when it seems that I feel you close by. I close my eyes and there you are kissing me, holding me in the way that only you can. I look at your side of the bed and I miss you being there.
I think back to the night before you left and in my mind it is all so vivid that night you kissed me like never before. You held me in your arms and whispered in to my ear. You watched me as I slept and traced the curves of my face with your finger. I awoke and asked you what was wrong and you say you want to remember me this way until you see me again. We are sitting at the airport and I am crying because I want to get on that plane with you. I didn't want to let go of your hand. I try to fill that space that is not there. I know that our story has come to a close and that our time has passed. Will we ever see each other who knows, but if that day comes I will smile and be happy with whatever course you took in life.