I ache for you with an intensity that the outside world will never know. I still feel your heat on my body; little impressions left behind my ear and on the underside of my breast from when you last pressed against me. Your whispers are alive, vivid, real. I find myself listening for your soft breaths to sing along with mine during the middle of the night. My taste buds are lonely, my eyelids are lonely, my knuckles are lonely; all have the innocence of a small child and I don’t know how to break the news of your departure to them. We all miss you. Please return home soon.