I miss her…I love and yearn to be close to her again,

Embrace her in every way a man can…but until then,

I’d be happy to be anything that’s closer than I am now:

The crystal beads of perspiration on her pale brow,

The perfume she wears, fragrant and delicately sweet,

The silken stockings she slowly pulls onto her legs and feet,

The downy pillow where her drowsy head lays at night,

The fragrant bubbles in her bath, shimmering in candlelight,

The coffee cup that she holds and lifts to take tiny sips,

The red lipstick she puts on her smiling, sweet lips,

The brush that runs through her soft and curly hair,

The floor where she steps or the carpet on the stairs.

I’d be happy to be anything that’s closer than I am now,

Anything, anything closer to her, closer than I am now.