the miss

The morning came, and I turned over. The warmth of the sheets, the blanket enclosed me as my mind woke up, to the light, the sounds, the silence. I lay, and pondered, and felt safe. To know that I am missed, it is a warm feeling too. To think about who I miss, those people, how my heart smiles with thoughts of them. And for the one my heart loves*,(Ch.3 Song of Songs), I miss the most in complete bitter sweetness of it all. I have to get up, and leave the warmth, and know that in due time it will return.

In due time he will return.*


*disclaimer (since somebody asked about who this may be)...there isn't any one that this is referring to. It is referring to that person who doesn't exist in my life yet.