Incipient

I always find myself thinking about you during my waking hours...
even in my sleep you are still there, haunting me.
You creep in without warning, a thought, a memory,
a dose of bubbly warmth unfurling, waiting to become more, but for now,
enough to get me by throughout the day.
With you in my thoughts, colors are brighter,
flowers more resplendent, and songs takes on new meaning ---
as if they are whispered for my ears alone.
My skin tingles as if touched, kissed and caressed by the wind ---
ever so lightly and sweet.
I hear your voice
filled with resonant images of times we spent together,
exceptional times when I felt content, complete.
The look in your eyes is forever etched in my mind's eye,
that look of love, of trust, and a promise...
that no matter where our future takes us, or how long it will take us to get there,
your hand will be there, holding mine, clasped to withstand time,
and brazen enough to face whatever comes.
For our souls will never stop aching to be one again - soon.