I was thinking of you and had a daydream. We had a picnic in a meadow somewhere near a small stream. I fed you blackberries till your lips were stained, and then we kissed till my lips were stained too. Then I held you close and we were more intertwined than being side by side, and then I stroked my fingertips over your eyelids and lips. Oh, your eyes make me swoon.
Missing you comes in waves.
Tonight I’m drowning.