Please Come Back Soon

Honey,

You've been gone for two weeks now. I miss lying with you at night. I miss holding you in my arms till your sweet breath slowly fades and shallows, grows with the depth of the ocean and you fall to me in sleep. I get your whole weight then. Please come back soon.

Honey,

The image of your hair has been so sticky in my mind lately. All images of your dense curls seeps through my brain. I miss your hair. I miss the way it veiled our faces when you lay on top, your face hovering only inches from mine, our eyes parallel, noses touching and our lips quivering with the fun of kissing. Please come back soon.

Honey,

Do you remember our last kiss? It was tasty with the wine on my tongue and whiskey of your lips. You were drunk. I was not. I don't know how it was for you, but for me, it was nice. It was one of the first times I felt the true fullness of your lips. I think your drunk swagger allowed you to lean in a little closer and push a little harder into me. When you are drunk you love me more. Do you know that? I miss you. Please come back soon.

Honey,

It's been months now. I miss the way you look. I miss your cocoa eyes. I have dreams of you. In my dreams there are rows and rows and rows of you. Each face the same. Each kindly smiling and unsuspecting. I know you are thinking of me. Or, I hope you are thinking of me. I miss the way you look. Please don't let me forget how you look. It's been months, Honey, please come back soon.

Honey,

I want to hold you till our skin sticks together and I cannot get you off my fingers. I miss you. Please come back soon.

Honey,

I miss you. Please come back soon.

Honey,

Please come back soon.

Honey,

Please come back soon.

Honey,

Please.

Honey,

Photo by Shonn Sanchez.  Words by Jordan Shappell.