i'm searching for myself in you...
not for self identity but for my identity in love.
i am convinced that you hold it...
here i sit loveless and in love with no one to hold.
i sleep in your old t-shirts and pajama pants...
not for the feel of cotton but for the feel of you... the fabric of my heart.
sometimes when i need you near i pull your shirt up to my nose...
as if i am going to catch the sent of you.
damn i really miss you...
i sit and stare at pictures of old... and laugh at the stories they hold.
daily phone calls... texts about you... makes me wish i was still with you.
i would travel those 40 miles... everyday... just to be near you...
to smell your freshness right out the shower...
to rub your back... your arms and your legs... to sooth out any pain the day may have caused you...
to rub your temples to ease your mind...
then take your glasses off cause now you are safe and sound... asleep 
to wake up before you... until your alarm goes off... then i act like i'm asleep
cause for the past 20 minutes i've watched you sleep... 
i remember when i used to get up and brush my teeth right before you woke up...
so you wouldn't say my breath was sweet.
the inside jokes... our own dry candor... that's just me and you...
the message through the music... that's what you give me...
the sincerity in the words... is what i give to you.
i feel like i'm brewing the finest wine... doing everything to preserve its richness...
our love... our relationship is the wine... it's already got five years...
and wine gets better with time.
...............................just Miss Graham..................................
© the thoughts and feelings of graham, 2009
Love & Peace... Avi'Qon
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