Longing

A short poem about longing

LONGING

The room so quiet, almost dead.
Your voice, your touch, all is gone.
How much I miss you, you will never know.
Days are prison and nights become a hell.

The pillow guards your smell
Of ripened olives, lust and rain.
I taste your breath, it ends in me.
You are me and I am you
In the sea of love, we are one.