It is not your touch
that I will miss.
Of course,
I will miss your hand
in my hand but
I will not miss that the most.
It’s your laugh
that will
echo in my mind
at 2am.
It’s your eyes
that I will see
every time
I close mine.
It’s that smile,
crooked but still wonderful,
that will haunt me in my dreams.
And your voice
rich and thick and
lilting with an accent that
I doubt you even know you have but
You will only
miss my touch.