This Sanctity of You

I miss your voice...
I often long for the day when I can just sit and hold you as long as I please.
The day when I can fall asleep to the rhythmic sound of your breaths against the pillow, your arm carelessly strung across my waist.
I even long for those fights that echo into the night because I know that before I slip off into sleep you'll kiss my tears away.
Those conversations that will last long past the awakening sun, the looks you'll give me every day.
Every night when I have no wishes,
Every night when I have no dreams to hope for,
No goals to reach,
This is what I long for most.
This sanctity of you.
The way you smell.
The way you hold me.
The way I lose myself in your eyes.
This sanctity of you.