A Single Strand of Hair

All day the seconds ticking onward. The thought of your being is about imaginary. The feel of your touch in bedded on my skin. The day's gentle breeze mimicks your soft hand . 

Longing for your sweet embrace. Similar to a mother's warm caress to her infant. Your scent is missed like my favorite childhood memories. Your smile is no longer showing it's appearance. 

I would gladly trade my last breath.
 Only to have one glimpse. At least then I can except death happily. Although we've grown together over the years. 

As of today we are restrained separately. Anticipation of not knowing when we'll be face to face.  Therefore withholding all emotions. On the verge to explode, as if I'm a emotional nuclear bomb. 

I never thought writing would've replace our conversations. That alone has driven my addiction of impatienance. Waiting to receive your next letter. Seems I have just about felt time pause. 

Your laughter remaining truly missed. Even though it's constantly playing in my mind. Passing by your belongings in our home. Often bringing​ back memories of cherished time. 

Simple daily routines we did together. Have become disheartening recollections. Hardly finding peace of mind longer we're in isolation. I find a small piece of solitude, as I cleanse my body. 

The water washing away lonesomeness just momentarily. Sometimes using your soap to ignite unforgettable desire. Afterwards about to end my emotionally​ strained day. I rest my over worked mind in our bed. 

I begin say my prayers to The Lord above. Lord forgive us for our sins committed. Forgive our ignorance. Thank you Lord for the strength you've willed us to survive. 

Bless us with your knownlege and wisdom. Keep us safe from harm. In your name Lord a men. Opening my eyes a small object alluring my vision. 

Now they're focused finding a beautiful soft strand of hair. Laying here with me, as if it was you sharing my pillow. Fully relaxing me peacefully​ to sleep.