Lovely Simon...
I have slowly let you go...as if our fingers were intertwined and slowly pulled apart by some unseen force. I can no longer see your face and your voice is now becoming distant. It saddens me because you and I were so in love, years ago. I never thought our days would come to an end; yet I felt that somehow there would be a day that you would no longer inhabit this precious Earth.
I lay awake at night sometimes and review the conversations, that I can remember. Your sweet words. Your gentle whispers. Your erotic thoughts. Your wishes...and talks of me being your wife. I miss your voice, it exuded masculinity. Every breath. The inhalation of the cigarette you smoked while we talked. You made it sexy and I don't even like them.
I think about your body, the curves, the lines, your manly paths of hair that traveled to places wanted. I wanted it badly. I did the same when you were alive. I thought of you...I dreamt of you, I wanted to inhale every bit of your essence.
How I miss you.
I see you as if you are floating, on the sea; like a small spot in the distance. Too difficult to make out. Far away. That is how you are. Far away. Unable to be seen and unable to see.
