Itch

Was yesterday that I thought of you
..your walk, your smells
the scent of you..
the smell of sunlight and perspiration
Your work worn hands
with their chewed off nails,
The creases that mark
your otherwise uncluttered brow,
The secret mole under your arm..

Each a story, a discovery, an event!

I will think of you again tomorrow,
And scratch the dull itch of missing you