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.