Your silhouette appeared at my doorway late last night, early this morning. You became an exotic dancer, each move precise and timed to my heartbeat which had never been more clear. You still displayed the knowing smirk I adore ever so much. And I fell back in love with you with every passing second. You came to my bed, sitting on the edge like a stranger to the room we spent countless hours in previous to.... You gently smiled at me, looked into my eyes, and like I used to, I read your mind: I've missed you too, sweetie. You're hand grazed my face, then dropped to my mattress. You lay beside me, telling me stories like you used to. And I've never yearned for your touch more, but you were a breeze at most.