I’ve been up late the past few nights.  I can feel you here with me, roaming my hall and living room.  I imagine you now laying on the couch, feeling the warmth of the fireplace across your body.  You’re relaxed as I sit here and type this small message to you. I can’t imagine you past the door of my bedroom.  Instead, you lean your head on the doorframe and flash your coy smile at me.  You’re beautiful, you know.  My soul pushes against my ribs, wishing to either escape or propel my body against yours.  Rather, you fade into the cycle again. I miss you terribly, honey.