The Worst Part

I miss the laughing and the teasing - and the spanks over the kitchen counter.
I miss the spontaneous "lets go to the States" or "lets go to the Casino"
I miss the talking and the sharing and the gossip.

BUT most of all -  the worst part -

I miss you holding me when I am scared or sad or lonely
The need for human contact just swells up - the sadness is so deep I need your hug - like in the old days - need to feel your strength flowing into my body - need to hear your soft words in my ear saying it will be ok - need to feel your hands stroking my back.....

that's the worst part 
that's what I miss the most