I pine for his thoughts

My thoughts

Of those mornings waking up to see his face

Of those nights going to sleep engulfed in my lover after moments of passion

Of the times where we loved

And we lost

Those times of endearment

And the happy times of tears

Pining for hours of lust

Of love

Of understanding

Of self-loathing

Of the perfection of imperfection

Of family moments

That will last us a lifetime

Of growing old together 

Changing each others lives

Sharing those little white lies

While watching our children grow

Ministering to others

Of our pain and our past

Of our love for one another

Our pining