I miss the chatter,
shared
as you showered.
The flow of water
across your frame,
hands covering
a body sublime,
naked, in your beautiful
modesty.
Sovereign.
To hear,
the trials of the day,
to be present
in your world.
If only you knew
just how exquisite
you were to me.
If only I’d known,
just
how
to show you.
