Missing you (The poem that got me into trouble)

I did not intend to write about you

But I picked up my pen, looked at the paper

And thoughts of you flew unbidden from my mind

Streaming down my right hand,

into the pen and onto this sheet

I wasn't even thinking about you when I began writing this

But once I started, memories of you, of us,

came flooding out of the innermost recesses of my mind

Where I had stored them to ensure

That they were never lost to me

These memories came jumping at me,

flooring me with emotions I had long forgotten

- or so I thought. I remember all the smiles

you put on my face and how being with you

Is like nothing else I've experienced on earth

I would have argued my memory wasn't photographic

But these pictures, of your chiselled jaw,

of your dark, honeyed lips, high definition and not photo-shopped

are telling me otherwise as I wonder where this poem is going

and whether it is going anywhere at all

I picked my pen cos there were thoughts

demanding to be put into words, demanding to be let out

I did not know what they had to say

but they insisted  on being heard

And now, laid bare for all to see, especially you...

Is my heart's longing to beat next to yours

Is my mind's wish for more such memories

Is my emotions desire to come out of hiding

Is my body saying so many things

I don't know which one to put down

To say I miss you mocks what I feel

I close my eyes, take a deep breath and smell you

My breath slows down, I calm down and can feel you

Holding my hand, letting me know you are right beside me

That miles and miles of sand and water don't matter

That I don't need to sit here and wonder

That I'm only mirroring how you feel

That you miss me too, and one day at a time is fine for now

That no matter what the future holds for us,

Today, I love you and you love me too... and it's enough

for now... Je t'aime.