The Aching Heart

It’s nights like these that I miss you the most.

Stretched out on my couch with a glass of wine,

Silence all around,

Except for the ticktock of the solitary clock,

And the rush of blood through my veins.

I miss your smile.

Oh, it’s been so long I saw you last.

I miss our never-ending conversations,

That would flow on into the dead of night

Like water tumbling down a stream.

I long for the touch of your breath,

And crave for the sound of your heartbeat.

Oh, it’s been so long that our eyes last met.

It’s been so long that we last kissed.

In the shape of your lips

That curl up into a lopsided grin,

In the glint of your eyes

That spark up a fire within,

In the touch of your soft embrace,

In the whisper of your melodious voice,

In the quiet of your wisdom

And the brilliance of your mind,

I have been caught helpless

Like a fly in a trap.

Paralyzed, immobile and too dazed.

All of my struggles have come to a nought,

All my defiance down the drain.

How I will with all my heart tonight for you to be here,

As I lie here all alone,

Drowning in an ocean of you,

Distant memories bubbling up from the not-so-distant past,

An aching heart that bleeds itself dry.