Three Am, and Missing You Again

Roses can be red

Violets are sometimes blue

You take my breath away simply by saying I love you 

I love when you call and take me on walks with you

I miss our cups of chai 

I miss the smells and aromas floating all around 

Even more, I miss drinking my chai with you 

I miss the mountains from outside our apartment window 

I even miss the fog which is hiding the beauty of Pakistan from the rest of the world 

I miss holding your hands and when you reach out to pull me nearer to you 

I miss all your kisses 

I miss you lying on me 

I do not miss the smell of Doomba or the aromas that follow after that meat 

I do miss sitting next to you in the restaurant and you feeding me 

I miss perfect buttery bananas that don’t have a single bruise 

I miss most lying in your arms 

Feeling your skin on mine 

I miss feeling warm simply because you are by my side 

I miss cuddling in your chest and smelling your cologne and wanting to breath all of you in 

I miss you waking up in the middle of the night to kiss me and then making love to me 

I love the aftermath lying together in a tangled heap 

I love that after long flights when you take me in your arms and simply from a touch you are rock hard and I am ready to explode inside

I wish for no more flights unless we are together you and I safely in each others arms and traveling together