Missing You

His soft touch falls on my lips.
The warmth caresses my body.
I am free from it all.

The dream of perfection has come true.
I am alive for the first time,
both inside and out.

In his presence, a bubble of safety unites us,
and it is his hand in mine,
His loyal eyes drifting through my soul,
It is his love that I endure for.


dedicated to Matthew