Midnight Serenade

And as the moon creeps over head, the wind makes its lazy way through the leaves, I come to rest my weary head on my pillow and thought of you lull me to sleep.

I remember stories you've told of your family and friends, of the places you've worked and the places you've been, and even though I wasn't there, I feel as if I had been.

I think of the way you nod your head when you're confirming something or telling me it's okay in your own special way and I can't help the smile that transforms into a grin.

Then I remember the sound of your laugh, the curve of your lips, the lift of your eyes at the corners and my heart aches a little, impatient to see that reaction again.

I remember the time spent with your fingers twined in mine, my gentle exploration of those clever fingers, those fingers filled with talent whether tuning a piano or an engine.

I sigh at the thought of your arms around me tight, the way my body fits against your side as we walk around and the comments we get on how well we fit together.

And all the while, I know the light in your eyes, whether it's happiness, love, or mischief as well as I know my own and I can't want to see those blue eyes sparkle next we meet.

I love every hair on your head, every whisker of your beard, every scar and every scratch, every freckle and even the line where your tan begins to fade on your arm.

I love to hear you talk, the way you move your hands when you tell a story, the tilt of your head when you listen and your eyes intent on my every movement also.

I know when we're apart that you know I'm thinking of you, talking about you, dreaming about you, loving you and missing you and I know that you're doing all of those things too.

It's the every day things that we talk about, the every day things that we do, as simple as picking up the phone and as hard as putting it down again.

I know my mother rolled her eyes when she saw me on the phone with you after you had left but I couldn't help it, just the sound of your voice warms me through and through.

You're like my other half, two pieces making one soul and most people go through their entire lives trying to convince themselves they have even a ghost of what we have.

I know it may sound silly, and maybe I'm a fool, but my dearest love, I am an utter and complete fool for you.