Our sounds
Now separated by Thirteen-Hundred miles
Silence echoing the ache in my heart
Emptiness that was once filled by you and your sounds.
I miss
the sound
of the way you breathe in and out as you sleep
Rhythmic and slow.
In-one-two-three-Out-three-two-one
I miss
the sound
that you make when I kiss you with all my love
A deep groan
From some secret place of desire.
I miss
the sound
of your smirk
Yes it has a sound.
It's barely audible, but it's kinda a hmph.
I miss
the sound
Of your voice.
Rich with bass, and it deepens as you get more tired.
It is at it's lowest right before you fall asleep on me.
I miss
the sound
of you being in the same room as me.
Your clothing brushing against itself
or how your feet scuff against carpet.
Or how you iron everything the same way.
I miss
the sound
of our kisses
Especially when you suck on my lower lip
It separates from yours with a *POP*
It made me smirk every time.
I miss
the sound
of the way you laugh.
It's a butchy giggle.
Unless I do something particularly stupid, then it's deeper and slower.
Or when you are being sarcastic
HA......HA......HA.........
I miss
the sound
of being in the shower with you.
The way the water sounds as it hits your skin,
A soft pitter patter
Or the way it sounds as you vigorously rubs her hands through your hair
Getting ever last bit of soap out.
Or how the sponge sounds as you scrub you skin.
I miss
the sound
of when you look at me.
Deep breaths
Occasionally clearing your throat
or my favorite, the "MmmmmmHmmmmmmm!"
I miss hearing all the sounds I hear when I am around you.
These sounds are love
Our love.
I miss the sounds.
