Bruises Only Last So Long (Kind of Miss You)

I stood as the door closed
behind your departure
and for the first time
in over four years of the usual routine,
out of town trips-
weeks, months at a time-
I missed you.

The kind of miss you
where I found myself
crying myself to sleep that night
wishing your warm body
laid beside me.

The kind of miss you
where I wish days would be shorter
and tours would end
just a little bit earlier
simply so I could see your smile.

The kind of miss you
that has me thinking
that what I feel for you
has reached a whole new level
because for the first time
in over four years
the images conjured up
in my words
are no longer of him
or any other past love...
but of you.

The kind of miss you
that has me wishing
the bruise you left on my arm
after pinning m down
pressing your body into mine
fighting to muffle the moans
by biting your teeth
into my skin
as the love you have for me
pulsated throughout your body....
wishing that that mark
you left behind before you left
would not fade.

But bruises only last so long
and what evidence
you had left of that night
is now gone...
which means you've been gone
far too long.

© R.Bello 1/7/09