Intimacy and me

I miss intimacy.

I miss being held and kissed on.

My back being kissed.

Being held in my sleep

A hand on my waist

Pulling me closer in the night.

I miss intimacy.

You know where you can be quiet but

There’s still so much being said

In a good way though

Where we breathe in sync and listen

To each other’s heartbeats

I miss holding hands

Kissing your hands

Kissing your jaws

Playing in your beard

Rubbing on you while you sleep

I miss laughing with you

Hearing you laugh was always a treat

I miss your lips

On mine

I miss touching you

Just having the ability to

Hugging you

I miss intimacy

I miss feeling close to someone

Hearing my name

Telling you I miss you

I wanna be the big spoon again

Wanna put my cold feet on somebody again

I miss taking pics of each other sleeping

And sending them at random times

I wanna fall asleep on the phone again

Count down the days until we meet

I wanna watch movies and cuddle

I wanna share snacks

Find new restaurants together

Run errands

And breathe each others air

Intimacy.

It took so long to realize it

I missed it before I even knew what it was

But now that I know

I want it back

More than love

More than sex

More than anything

I miss intimacy

I miss that feeling

You know

That feeling when its only one person

One person

That gets you

That understands the parts you don’t

The one you look for

When you hear a funny joke

Or when you get good news

Or even bad news

I miss that feeling

Of closeness

Even being worlds apart

I miss intimacy

Wanting to be in each other skin

Wanting to be around each other

Even for five minutes

I miss being missed.