I miss the touching. <br />I miss your fingers through my hair <br />as you passed behind my chair, <br />I miss the touching. <br />I miss the way that I'd go weak <br />with your hand upon my cheek <br />as I drowned beneath the love I felt for you. <br />I miss the way it used to be <br />as you lay aside of me <br />and every touch you touched me was so new. <br />I miss the way that you'd react <br />too my fingers down your back. <br />I miss oh so much, your loving, tender, touch, <br />and the way you smiled your secret smile for me. <br />I miss the times we were apart, <br />when I'd wake up with a start <br />and find just empty space <br />in bed with me. <br />Now I sleep the whole night through, <br />Sometimes, dreaming about you <br />and the love we lost those many years ago. <br />I miss you<br /><br />Brian Joseph Dickenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/touching-in-memory-of-jean/
