The Crab

I miss you

I always do

I miss the soft tapping of your fingertips on wood

I miss the low hum of your voice calling my name

I miss hearing the ringtone I set only for you

Yet I will never get to hear you call me

to hear the affection in my name

to feel the beat of your heart

I want to feel the soft press of your hands, intertwining with mine.

Exchange hushed words while cuddling on the couch.

Not go out to someplace fancy, but stay at home to dine

Press my lips to your temple after a harsh day, easing away the grouch.

I ache for the long days of silence

but it is comfortable with you.

I long for the early nights

but it is because you are asking me to sleep.

I yearn for the banter

but it is all friendly because I see your smile.

Sometimes

you are the coffee

overwhelmingly bitter

so strong that I strain to stay

Sometimes

I am the cherry

deceptively sour

so potent that it drives you away

Yet you and I,

we can both be sweet

There is care we both hold for each other.

It is not what I seek

but care it is and care it will be further.