Craving

It is not the brightness of morning
Nor the freshness of air
Not a hearty breakfast
Not the blue skies ahead

It is not the cheery atmosphere
Nor peals of laughter
Not the sweetness of sweets
Not the cool breeze that kisses my face

It is the absence of your presence
The cold your warmth left
The loving gaze of a ghost
It's you...

-9 june 2005