If I had one day in all the days I'd live, I'd choose today. The simplest of days, the most precious of days. Lying awake, waiting for you with entwinning of hearts within the atmosphere. I don't seem to feel you, but there must be something keeping me awake enough to see you again (though just once isn't enough). And though I don't say much, and even if it is the quietest of meetings, I would love it for the fact that I can feel the fabric of your shirt, and if I hold you close for long enough, that muskiness of you will linger long enough when you are gone. I'll dip my fingers in the darkest of charcoal, forget to say the things I planned to say, and make those connections to link us again.

Perhaps, that way, I won't miss you as much. And those days on the road will be bearable, simply because you exist.