Missing You Less

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I wish you could stand here next to me, viewing the scenery I see. I wish you could feel the salt microscopically form as you walk down the salted oasis, listening to my light footsteps become heavier. I wish you could be kissed by the Sun’s warmth upon your shoulders the way it is on my cheek. I wish you could brush away the tiniest of sand particles that your beard would inevitably catch, the way my short hair does. I wish you could view the white snow that makes up pointillism on the back-splash of the mountain that fades from blue to purple to pink to red to green, depending on how cocked your head is. I wish you could draw in the dry heat with your breath as you so gracefully spin your body around mine, angling the best view of Mother Nature’s abundance. I wish you could hear the silence haunting the surroundings of these valleys, forcing my thoughts to loudly reverberate throughout the hills. I wish you could smell the dirtiest of roads as I drive up the intertwining roads that spill dust onto the untouched lands, seeping into the blankets of rocks. I wish you could feel the heavy breathing of winds that pass around your face as your gaze deepens to the horizon. I wish you could taste the gritty air that somehow elegantly graces the environment. But then I think of how beautiful your view must be from above, as you look down on these valleys from between the clouds of Heaven, and that makes me miss you just a little bit less, my sweet lover.