I should sleep but I think I’ll sigh a little, roll over innumerable times, and generally think of you until the vulture of sleep takes me captive during your waking hours. I just can’t wait to hold you again and bury my face into that hollow perfectly designed for me between neck and shoulder. God I miss you, I wish I was the oxygen surrounding you that I may help you live and be a part of your daily life, but alas I can’t be. Fin.