I miss sleeping with you.

The way my head rested on your forearm, buried in your bosom, the way your hand caressed my back in the slumberous fashion only you had. I wish once again I could drape my leg over both of yours and feel the warmth flow through you into me.

Even at the peak of summers, in those sweaty nights, I held on to you and your welcome warmth. You were with me, and all was fine in the world.

Now you are so far away, Mother. I’m cold and needy. I miss the blanket of your protection, the bliss of your warmth.

Scold me all you want. But please love me again.

Come back. Please just come back.

I wish you fall in love, and fall deeply.
So deep that you never know where you end and your other begins.
I hope you feel joys and sorrows as one.

And if you lose in that race of love, I hope you climb back up,
Pick up those pieces,
Smile through your tears,
And learn to love, even more deeply.

All over, once again.