Here I am

Missing every word we used to share. I wish I still had the conversations we shared before. I feel sometimes as if I've run out of words and questions to ask and share with you. Wildly fumbling into your arms and your lips in an attempt to hide my shame at a lack of words. Could you talk to me for me, I seem to have lost my tongue. I can remember a thousand things I wanted to say moments after you go away, but everytime I catch your eye it all seems to fly from mind. It saddens me to feel as if I carry only skin-minded finger tips and body craving lips whenever I meet you in the door. Please don't feel upset when I sit unoccupied beside you as you work or worry, I'm happier when I don't need to hide against your neck with three word whispers and shorter breaths. Don't get me wrong, I love those moments, holding you closer and shedding public skin to privately hold your body against mine uninterrupted by threads. However, I can't help but hide the fear that I've run out of words and all I have left to give is two hands, two lips, and a thousand I love you's. I know that you have a thousand things that interest you every moment and you likely yearn to share, well please share. Ignore my occasional misplaced kiss and dirty thought, I still crave your every word more than anything else. I fell in love with you for your revealing thoughts and intimate discussions. I just feel that you might think I forgot all of it...but I'll never forget. I'll never forget those late nights, and long drives, and cold nights, and sunrise. I'm counting days. I'm counting ways.