I miss your voice,
I have never heard;
I miss your eyes,
I have never kissed;
I miss your warmth,
I have never felt;
I miss your body,
I have never touched.

How did this happen;
how is it even possible?

I used to be safe
within my old self,
comfortable, certain
that I'd seen It all.

Now I miss what I've
never known.

As long as I draw breath,
always more surprises.

Life never fails to grin
in my general direction.

Thanks life; back at you.

I have not
unleashed my heart
for many years;
it's so old,
it's almost new.
But I offer it
now to you.
Not a perfect
offering;
it has many
cracks.
Be gentle.
It only wants
to rub up
against yours.
   ~mce