Hours

When I close my eyes, I see you. When I sit in silence, I hear you. When the wind blows against my skin, I feel you. For seemingly no reason at all, I can almost always smell you.

But what I really want is to open my eyes and see you. I want to hear you whisper in my ear. Feel the warmth of your touch. I want your scent to never leave my lungs.

So if I could have just one wish, I would wish for you to be lying here next to me.