Wishing you were

I've taken an impromptu break from this blog.  Not because I got bored, but it was become routine.  And not the good kind.  It started to feel rote and overdone, especially with the poetry.  This isn't a start-up post, since I'll be doing that in another week or so.  But a friend posted a picture that was really inspiring.

Wishing You Were
I reached for you, but you weren't there
There was no hand to take in mine
No soft brush of warm skin

I reached for you, but you were gone
And I cannot look into your eyes
Or see your smile, hear your breathing
Hear you laugh at my jokes

I reached for you, but now I'm alone
And now the nights are long and cold
So I lie here
Wishing you were

Wishing you were...
Here again?
Mine again?
Even for just one night.

I reached for you, but you weren't there