I Ache

I ache
to be with you
to push everything else aside
bridge the distance
with a single stride
to be there
where your arms can hold me
protect and enfold me

I ache
for the softness
of your perfect lips
for the gentle movement
of finger tips
across my face
for your embrace

I ache
to whisper
in your ear
the words I know
you love to hear

I ache
to draw you near

I ache
because you are not here

Don McGonigal
August 2004